I can hear creativity knocking
Inspiration accompanies it
I feel the reverberations throughout me
I long to welcome them in
I know they will take good care of me
I hear their whispers behind the knocks
I can’t find the door
I fumble around in search of a doorknob
In search of a deadbolt
In search of something I can turn
Something that will open
Something that will cease the knocking and the whispers
Something that will show me where creativity and inspiration belong
Something that will let me know what I am to do with this feeling
Something…but what?
toxic:
It was such a blast babe! Some of the most fun I have had in a long time!
melx:
I like your poem. Hope you find something.