embers of inspiration (empty)

Falstaff · Mar 1, 2005, 09:52 AM

where once the flame of inspiration glowed in embers of what remained

where the winds of change have blown together in common disarray.

We move past the ghosts of our own regret.

we journey towards tommorow...and forget our yesterdays.

Sincerely all that could have come from the heart of an artist is gone like the last breath of a dying man.

Words and pictures, emotion and desire were not enough to drive the soul that hungers for companions among his own

like wilted flowers that crumbling in the forgotten windows of this lonesome place or dessicate in the blowing sand.

the struggle for the answers fall like grains of sand....and disappear into the cold empty winds that have blown.

shortstuff · Mar 1, 2005, 06:48 PM

Very nice work Jeff.

Falstaff · Mar 2, 2005, 06:28 AM

just a burst of inspiration, thanx

Drakon · Mar 4, 2005, 04:35 AM

nice poem, jeff

Falstaff · Mar 4, 2005, 06:01 AM

yeah....sort of a eulogy for creative desire...
the inner force within the mind that frees us from the bonds of compartmentalized lives.
what happens to the creative energy that lies dormant till our death...
did we mortgage it away somehow, did we turn our backs on the seeds we planted in our time
only to let the vines and weeds of our fears consume them like the first crop of spring...
does the raven pluck the fruit and let it whither...
perhaps like the eyes of a dead man...
glassy indifference mirrors the fading sunset on our own souls..

Mar 1, 2005, 09:52 AM	#1
Falstaff Old Codger Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: USAFA Posts: 19,048 Rep Power: 207	embers of inspiration (empty) where once the flame of inspiration glowed in embers of what remained where the winds of change have blown together in common disarray. We move past the ghosts of our own regret. we journey towards tommorow...and forget our yesterdays. Sincerely all that could have come from the heart of an artist is gone like the last breath of a dying man. Words and pictures, emotion and desire were not enough to drive the soul that hungers for companions among his own like wilted flowers that crumbling in the forgotten windows of this lonesome place or dessicate in the blowing sand. the struggle for the answers fall like grains of sand....and disappear into the cold empty winds that have blown. __________________ "Inspiration is always a surprising visitor."

Mar 1, 2005, 06:48 PM	#2
shortstuff Sweetness Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 1,835 Rep Power: 0	Very nice work Jeff. __________________ [color=Indigo]Joe "Roadee" Dawson R.I.P my friend. You will be missed [/color] If we keep doing what we've always done, we'll keep getting what we've always got.

Mar 2, 2005, 06:28 AM	Thread Starter #3
Falstaff Old Codger Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: USAFA Posts: 19,048 Rep Power: 207	just a burst of inspiration, thanx __________________ "Inspiration is always a surprising visitor."

Mar 4, 2005, 06:01 AM	Thread Starter #5
Falstaff Old Codger Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: USAFA Posts: 19,048 Rep Power: 207	yeah....sort of a eulogy for creative desire... the inner force within the mind that frees us from the bonds of compartmentalized lives. what happens to the creative energy that lies dormant till our death... did we mortgage it away somehow, did we turn our backs on the seeds we planted in our time only to let the vines and weeds of our fears consume them like the first crop of spring... does the raven pluck the fruit and let it whither... perhaps like the eyes of a dead man... glassy indifference mirrors the fading sunset on our own souls.. __________________ "Inspiration is always a surprising visitor."

Mar 4, 2005, 04:35 AM	#4
Drakon DriverHeaven Extreme Member Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Floatin'... Posts: 4,957 Rep Power: 0	nice poem, jeff