Inspiration

a flight of fancy

a flight of fancy takes to wing -
riding boldly on the backs of stars -
twisting, turning, it flutters through dreams -
only leaving the touch of a golden step -
a thin, fading, trail that beckons alluringly.

glistening and shimmering -
a shaft of pure immagination -
peircing through what it will -
like a lone, sun sent ray.

a wandering vision -
a golden dream -
easier it is to cage a nightingale -
than to catch the fleeting glory.

but through the translator -
the quicksilver takes form -
flowing across the snow-white plain -
showing with every twist and turn -
a facet of the changing picture.

and so the dreamers dream -
striving to follow the path -
capturing the shadow -
with it's reflection of faieries, elfs and nymphs.

lifting for a heart beat -
the veil that divides the face of reality -
from the vision of fantasy -
unicorns, dragons and magical beasts -
woven through guiding tales before.

so when elusive inspiration takes wing -
coaxing, calling to the restless below -
Come, Come tame the flight of fancy -
If you can!



we will try...




I wrote that some time ago - but when I was in my first Creative Writing lecture yesterday, I forgot it. There's nothing like sitting down in a room full of eager, talented writers (or musicians, or what have you) to make you feel insiginificant - that maybe you're not good enough after all. I am definately feeling a sense of inadequat, unoriginality. It's not like anyone thinks I'm a good writer or anything. Far from it. It's just what I do. Give me a blank peice of paper and a pen, and I draw. Give me a beautiful senery and I write. Kind of messed up - I know. It's not that I can't live without writing either. I don't know. As I said before - I guess it's just something I do. *sigh* There really is nothing I do that is spectacular in any way, shape or form. I write, I draw, I sing and sometimes dance. I horseride and do gymnastics. I am a student who likes to learn. BIG whoop. As you maybe able to tell - I have a great sense of ordinary-ness about myself and I hate it.

please spare a thought for me -
above all i'd rather be -
only born of originality......

That's almost a prayer for me. Yet it's further from my ways than - than - than smoking and drinking coffee is!!! (Yes, I don't smoke and I despise coffee - the taste anyways)

Meh. Stuck in a rut with no way out. I'm going to stop now before I start weeping.

Distantly yours,

TinkaBell.