spillway of imagination
words turbulent and frenzied
the hero anxious in the wings
villain threatens with aplomb
a hushed sense of what’s next
blood and tears fall
innocence fleas the shadowed way
a woman saves the day
the sun rises all is well
time is small in my hand
I brandish my weapon
pen cuts through the marrow
Hours with sand and paint
dust particles tease the light
my mind writes
The prompt this week at Poet’s United is Conquest (or Conqueror). The writer holds so much in her hand – the pen a mighty weapon.
13 thoughts on “Stories in my head #poetry”
What a beautiful poem!
Very nice. 🙂
love the photo… and the poem 🙂
Wonderfully done, Leslie! I feel the power of your pen.
A goody for sure – “fleas” or flees?
“the sun rises all is well” how the world needs this these days!!…so well put…
Ah..a writer’s mind flowing swiftly for sure.
I like the spillway of a dam compared to back stage and cliffhangers and the writer’s mind. Many layered!
Lovely poem. 🙂
Stories speak. When our voice fails and our spirit is tested. The line in the sand is our word. Powerful Leslie. And resonant.
__ Moonie, I remember the spillways at Highland Lake, in Winchester CT. Long ago (time), the power of that spillage ran a water wheel at a headwater mill, most probably it was a gristmill, in its history. Loved this_!
as moments leave time’s lake
This gives a lovely sense of ‘pen is mightier than the sword’ ❤ Exquisite write Leslie ❤
Hugs & Kisses ❤
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