Ink Spills

Ink spills across a dream
Of who I am or who I seem
To be inside their questioned gaze
A body blue inside the haze
Tomorrows promise anxious still
What ideas will my thoughts spill
To live our lives like paint that’s splattered
On canvas moments where love it mattered
That colours life in all it’s hues
From passion red to melancholic blues

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annamora painted a picture called .. as she felt herself dying to the anxiety about her status in the ‘world’…. which inspired this comment nothing seems to be asking me to write at the moment so I hope ill get some visit from the muse soon

Comments

  • lisameryl
    lisamerylover 3 years ago

    Tim, I love this write…every verse bursts with life…never fear, for your muse is always beside you…sometimes it needs a little nudging…I couldn’t write since Sunday of last week, until this evening…my muse comes and goes too! Cheers!, Lisa =)XO

    I love these last verses!:
    “To live our lives like paint that’s splattered
    On canvas moments where love it mattered
    That colours life in all it’s hues
    From passion red to melancholic blues”

  • Thank you great encouragement let see what happens

    – timbuckley

  • Sorina Williams
    Sorina Williamsover 3 years ago

    what a gorgeous comment to annamora’s work!!! I hope the muse returns very soon!:)

  • you brought it back with your painting shelter in thy shell thank you

    – timbuckley

  • AnniG
    AnniGover 3 years ago

    A beautiful spill it is, Tim! (I seems my muse is taking a long leave of absence…fickle creatures, they are, them muses)
    xx

  • poetic doldrums must mean life is neither good nor bad just an existence how boring

    – timbuckley

  • sandra .
    sandra .over 3 years ago

    Keep splashing ink Tim…a lovely rhyme to this :)
    Sandra

  • Thank you

    – timbuckley

  • annamora
    annamoraover 3 years ago

    :)
    I m with Sandra

  • Arco Iris  R
    Arco Iris Rover 3 years ago

    Ahhh, the Muse. She can be very capricious or very whimsical. She does seem to play a game of hide and seek with us. But don’t worry, she will come soon enough. In the meantime, keep the ink running for this one is still a good one.

  • Sorina Williams
    Sorina Williamsover 3 years ago

    how flattering that is…:) thank you

  • Glad you Like

    – timbuckley

  • mareakingurl
    mareakingurlover 3 years ago

    A lovely ink spill across the page!

    It seems the muse comes when least expected…but then bursts forth…once again! ;-)

  • thank you

    – timbuckley

  • Tania Palermo
    Tania Palermoover 3 years ago

    I never know exactly how to respond to writing…so I’ll just say, I like this…alot.

  • Thank you Tania glad you like

    – timbuckley

  • Cathal .
    Cathal .over 3 years ago

    Tim I couldn’t agree more, the day is just an ‘existence’ unless I’m thinking of a character or a line or a scene. So now I write them all down in a notebook when I get the ideas. But going back to the book when I have no muse can be frustrating. Like reading my note that says ‘Cancellation v Consolation’ and not having the faintest idea what I meant :)

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