When darkness falls upon this day
to threaten ill, to take away
the ember glowing from within - `
the burning heart, covert desires
that feeds the passion, fuels that fire
till well dries up,
and life spreads thin.
When words appear, then dissipate
and we cannot extrapolate
before they fade to turn obscure—
and noise that permeates the day
inspires chaos, disarray
while we slip further in arrears.
So rare now comes that blinding light
that kindles urgency to write
hidden deep in shrouded sphere.
With notebook near, with pen and hand
I wait the writing god’s command;
my sacrifice upon the pyre
awaits the spark to start the fire.
© Ginny Brannan 2016
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