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As My Pen Touches Paper

As my pen touches paper
I have a sudden burst
of inspiration
flowing forth like a waterfall
flowers blossoming
petals soft to the touch
tips splashed with white
a beautiful sunset
a colorful rainbow

The artist splashes
the canvas with color
gentle strokes of a paintbrush
a soft feel to the feathers
the tips laced with white
a waterfall of renewal
overflowing with feeling

The sky is suddenly filled
with soft, colorful clouds
heavenly light
shines through open space
white light
transforms into colors
at the other end

the ocean roars
loud in my ears
tips of the wave
are crested with white
the sun reflects
colors off
the shimmering surface
of the sparkling sea

I see flowers, waterfalls, a
a canvas, an ocean.
what do you see
as my pen touches paper?

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Life

 

Life

 

Water stretches before me

On all sides

Surface perfectly still

Reflections perfect

Not a sound or splash

Nothing

Nothing

Nothing

Empty, Plain, Vacant

Pointless, Useless, Hollow

 

 

Suddenly

A rock drops from above

Sinks

Sinks

Sinks

Jagged, Sharp, Rough

Wounding, Hurting, Pain

Water ripples

 

 

Then

A petal

Floats down

Swish

Swish

Swish

Gently touching the surface

Colorful, Beautiful, Soft

Joyful, Blissful, Ecstatic

Water ripples

 

 

Rocks of all sizes

Sink

Sink

Sink

Small petals, big petals

Swish

Swish

Swish

Every ripple

Laps at my feet

Some strong, some weak

Still touching me

All the same

 

 

The water starts gurgling

Moving with a direction

Splash

Splash

Splash

Gushing, Rushing, Flowing

Purposeful, Meaningful, Determined

Progressing with

Destination in mind

 

 

I close my eyes

While water sweeps

All around

Realizing that

There is no movement

Without ups and downs

After all

Petals are what

Are left

On the surface

In the end

And

 There is a purpose

In life

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