Sometimes,
my pen hovers
above these blue lines
on my yellow pad,
hesitant, and groping.
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Waiting for anticipation
to molt into inspiration.
Awaiting a song lyric
to spark a starting line.
To find by chance,
a ten year old poem
from my old notebooks.
To reinvigorate
my lyrical poetics,
my creative imagery.
To activate my
hovering pen.
© 2024 Richard Havenga
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