Just a Smile
Sitting under a tree
and gnawing on my pen,
I notice a woman
created of clouds and flowers,
water and gems,
walking through the grassy meadow.
As she got closer
I could see her eyes
glisten like the morning dew.
She saw me sitting there
with Writer's Block in my hands
and smiled.
Her smile warmed my soul,
and inspired me to no end.
I wrote of rippling pools
in forests of majestic willows,
I wrote about the sandy beach,
at night
with the moon reflecting off the waves,
I wrote of snow capped mountains
and birds on the wing,
of vibrantly colored fish
and playful puppies
tugging tails in the sun.
I wrote
'til I had no more paper to use,
and still,
verses flowed through my brain
like a swollen river
after a magnificent storm.
All this
given to me by a smile,
and a pretty woman,
made for inspiration,
and awe.
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