The creative force
Of magic I see in you
Resides in me too
Some just see the fruit
I see the great work of art
Your beautiful soul
Day 4 of the challenge from the Poet’s Billow : The prompt for today is to write a poem including the words Bread,Butter and Milk. Enjoy!
I need you,
but you knew that already.
You are the bread that sustains me,
inspiring me with a solid reason,
the base on which I stack my fancy’s filling,
daily nourishment for my creative soul.
I searched for you.
Then I found you after tossing the clutter,
melted like butter at the first sight of you,
now necessary to my everyday,
that glue that keeps me together,
spreading through each waking thought.
Oh how I yearned for you!
You were the missing jigsaw piece,
the milk that now flows through my veins,
warming the cockles of my heart,
flowing fluidly through the channels
of love that draws me to you.
I’ve painted a picture of you
though there are spaces
filled with dark shades of mystery
parts that I cannot clearly see.
Your passion runs deep in red hues
Crimson, scarlet and cherry-red,
sobered by the aquatic look in your eyes,
grounded river banks in verdant lush.
I’ve captured your boundless longing,
your clever wit, as well as your quest
to escape the monotonous pathways of life,
traced in your lithe movements of intrigue.
The yellow glows of your sunshine
state of mind, I smudge and tinge
with magenta and blushes of pink
accentuating your romantic disposition.
I’ve seasoned you in Autumn blends
in celebration of the highlights of Summer
and the shedding of the old for the new.
That is the soulfulness I see in you.
The first time
I never thought I’d feel it again,
that raw urge,
that sense of release
to feel whole again,
in control of my own freedom,
to touch the magic:
feel its pulse, one with my own,
the tremulous anticipation
that you always feel,
on that decisive occasion
of the first time,
that long awaited moment.
That’s how I felt
from the first stroke,
lubricated with blushing color
and sweeping motions.
poured out of me
as I laid my dream bare
on the smooth white canvas.
(Inspired by the Elizabeth Gilbert’s latest book –
Big Magic: Creative living beyond fear)