it can hide, but it can't run away...

have you found it

that inspiration you've been looking for

~~

mine has been running around like a mouse on crack

making me exhausted

and

forcing me to sit and be patient

~~

in case you were wondering

i'm not a patient person at all

and

i'm competitive

so

while I chase my inspiration around with a broom

failing miserably to catch it

i've become a bit bitter

that i haven't been able to grab it with my needy little hands

and

put it in a cage

just

so i can stare at it all day

~~

it's been really foggy here lately

for days

and

for many

the misty grey foggy mornings are inspiration

and

in the past they have been for me

too

~~

but today in my bitterness

i wanted to scream to the skies

"yes"

the mornings have been amazing

IF

i was writing a mystery novel that needed a description of

the valley

"layered with fog, stacked like old crumbling bricks"

where they found the family that careened off the highway

years ago

and

had mysteriously disappeared

in the ghostlike ravine

that made the town folk bow their heads when asked about it

~~

but

i'm not writing a mystery novel

or

anything else

where i need to talk about the

now almost taupey colored in places

~because the sun is starting to breathe~

gauze like fabric

that has wrapped itself around my home

and

tied a perfectly shaped bow on the front door

or

how the cheesecloth blanket of white

that greeted my eyes at dawn

was

slowly dancing in the wind outside my studio window

as gently as the veil on a bride

who speaks softly

while a tear runs down her cheek

and

she

whispers

"I do"

~~

nope

that damn beautiful misty fog

left me empty handed today without a bit of inspiration

*

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