Writer's Block
By janmew
Images dance around my head like the faint flickerings of light cast by a candle on the wall, remaining just beyond my grasp. Subtly; teasingly, they float to and fro, nearly landing, then wafting off once more. Some create bright sparks of light clear and compelling in the instant of their flash and I gasp in awe at their beauty like a myriad of tiny fireflies. Then instantly they fade once more, as fleeting as that elusive bug, and I am left groping for their memory, hoping they will drift this way again that I might capture them forever in the eternity of words. Written October 26th, 2001 © on Oct 26 2001 05:32 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Images dance around my head like the faint flickerings of light cast by a candle on the wall, remaining just beyond my grasp. Subtly; teasingly, they float to and fro, nearly landing, then wafting off once more. Some create bright sparks of light clear and compelling in the instant of their flash and I gasp in awe at their beauty like a myriad of tiny fireflies. Then instantly they fade once more, as fleeting as that elusive bug, and I am left groping for their memory, hoping they will drift this way again that I might capture them forever in the eternity of words...."