Danny James

Tag: inspiration

528: How Long?

The stars grow frantic I feel.

Compelling me to you with severest insist.

And I know I must but can’t shake the rotting that crawls in and bonds my days and years in distraction.

What is in the dirt that so with the sky compares?

 

 

134

At times, by a precise and perfect Aurora coaxing my artistry needs that won, comprises the sweeter aspects of any day. But for some crack in the spell by untimely distract, escapes thus my Nymph to the woods where can no hope from dispersion be rescued.

124: When it rains

It arrives odd hours my sweeping inspirations; a torrential outpouring that, warrantless rains hard with no remark to my good pattern and springs me from recess semi-witted, into duty. A catch or two o’ the break would keep me in high cheer and portly health for days, and so fretting about the cabin, sought a handy pail, barely at most have I hope or humour to hold a vessel high and exclaim ‘it falls, how it falls,’ that it no sooner starts raining but it stops.

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It may very well represent an overstretched likelihood that my meanderings will, in times to come, coax to the reader some small benefit as may give to a happy, moral lifetime, though in truth it is not the driving concern.

46

How long will you stray, with all your certainty against the tiny intuition that pleads your unheeding concern before, admitting you are lost, turning back to collect it sobbing on the forest floor?

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What is this lightning in my chest that goads me to write? For whom and what profit? What rushes a child to make a riot with puddles?