Sadje’s WDYS # 59. What does this picture inspire you to write?
The day ebbs across the vistas
dusk descends in hushed tones
wistful whispers echo into the
somber stillness of the horizon,
tussled thoughts fight for freedom.
Inhaling burning despondent puffs
blowing smoky tendrils of melancholy
in pursuit of that elusive muse
crumbled papers, tainted with failed words,
carpet the floor, with insipid fragments of litter.
The eyes glimpse home bound birds, flap balletic wings
flutter across the grace of silhouetted branches
the beaming orb illuminates the nimbus
awakens the slumbering quill from silence
inks the papyrus with poetic colors.
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