Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

pink rhododendron

20 May 2005

 

pink rhododendron brushed across the sky,

deepening to ominous shades of red,

threatening rain, yet impotently dry.

 

bird song calls me from the warmth of my bed,

an invitation I cannot refuse,

I listen without knowing what is said.

 

in this pre-dawn quiet I hear the Muse,

before the noise of life crowds its voice out,

and for a moment, I don’t fear these blues.

 

but the rain never comes to end this drought

and inspiration quickly slips away,

overshadowed by stormy clouds of doubt.

 

and like the birds, silenced throughout the day,

I wait for sunset, for something to say.

7 October, 2009 - Posted by | Poetry | , ,

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