Finding Inspiration

I cry out

I have no inspiration

no words come to my soul

Then I hear a bird sing her simple melody

A wind gently moves

carrying the soft scent of the milkweed

to me alone

What a silly fool I am

I just forgot to look

Ó 2011 Eileen A Partak

Self

Alone in the crowd

drowning

in an empty pool

dressed

in front of everyone

yet naked

to myself

© 2011 Eileen A Partak

Savior

Depression and fatigue cover my heart

I continue hopeful and try moving forward

Wandering from room to room dodging this captive hold

I am the cause of my melancholy disposition

Knowing only from within will I find the way free

Yet I look for that savior to help me along

The soft hum of a tune reaches into my soul

caressing me as a mother to her child

This gentleness erases my despair

Oh!..the notes of Mozart the savoir of my happiness

© 2011 Eileen A Partak