August 6, 2011
By Sydney Bradley BRONZE, San Francisco, California
Sydney Bradley BRONZE, San Francisco, California
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Just a fly-by-night nothing,
flapping briefly in my head.
Then it slips into the empty void and plummets till it’s dead.
But for that moment I can taste it,
humming in my shallow hold,
coiling up and springing forward,
breaching predetermined mold.
Its beaming heartbeat is familiar,
its promise always seems so bright,
but then it flutters from my senses,
and breaks free into the night.

The author's comments:
This poem addresses that spark of brilliance we all experience. Whether it is an image, an exciting feeling or an idea that you can't quite put your finger on, we all know that the inspiration exists in our souls, and often appears and disappears again before we can identify what it was.

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on Aug. 25 2011 at 11:51 am
HannSawyer15 BRONZE, North Brunswick, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"I say... lets speak it. Lets fight it. Lets write it. There's nothing to hold on to if it's already gone."

I really liked this. You're a really good writer and I love you worded everything. :) Keep it up! :D


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