Emotions, images, ideas
Touch my mind
Like a plectrum touching
The strings of a lyre.

The moment it falls
It generates such rhythm
That fills me with
Poetic stirrings.

The moment I touch the quill
It dips itself into
The magical ink
Contained in a tiny speck.

And it writes…
Giving life to the moments
Lived, yet not
Drunk to the lees.

Emotions, images, ideas
Thus churn themselves into poetry
And evoke in me
Soulful ruminations.



19th August 2007
6.55 pm

asma bahrainwala

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soulful-ruminations/