I see the trinkets that surround me
But do I really see?
These are so precious to me
They inspire and capture my creativity
But not today
I have no words to say
But those that get in the way
My inspiration does not shine
In silence I seek the divine
And all will be well in time
My Annie doll will speak her mind
And tell me of her trip from Ireland
When she came alone to Ellis Island
The castle will sing its tune, the dancer spinning
And a new story will be beginning
To weave its way into my soul
The faerie pixie will rise and flow
Through ancient dreams and glowing scenes
Dancing on the sun’s rays, amidst the colors of the rainbow
The Kindle will light with fire: reds and yellows; golds and blues
I’ll slip on my glasses so I can see true
The beautiful forests and haunted hills
I’ll experience thrills and wills and chills
As a new world comes alive inside my brain
Some of you may think me insane
As the keyboard beckons and calls my name
Not all the words have gone up in flames
I just had to write them to know their game
Of hide and seek, catch me if you can, find me if you dare
The words will scatter unless you show them you care.
NOW THE STORY LOST IN TIME…
HAS RETURNED TO SPARKLE AND SHINE!
Deborah A. Bowman
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 
Sounds like you are back in the creative seat, Deborah.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m trying!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I could feel the inspiration Deb. I hope you are well, haven’t seen you around. You know our group is on MeWe, we’re there. :)x
LikeLiked by 1 person
I was in the hospital for a week. Now recovering with mega doses of antibiotics from Staph infection, courtesy of the hospital. Weak and tired. Just starting to pull things together … again. Hope to regain the real world soon! I’m bored, dear friend. Lol 💜
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh Deb! I hear way too many stories about people catching infections in hospitals, so frightening. I hope you’re once again on the mend. As for bored? I don’t think I’ve ever been bored since I became a writer, lol. So much to read and write about. Get yourself busy again. 🙂 ❤
LikeLike
A fantastic, uplifting poem, sis. I love it. ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wisp would agree with you, I believe. His sensitivity becomes you. 💙
LikeLiked by 1 person
❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Brilliant honesty!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
You have a way with words, my coffee friend!
LikeLike
I tried to like this, but WP is being weird. I especially like the closing lines:
As a new world comes alive inside my brain
Some of you may think me insane
As the keyboard beckons and calls my name
Not all the words have gone up in flames
LikeLike