The Extravagant Giant Lumbers Forth

by j.Morgan

I will write until it is written...and then I will be done with them

The Fogged Window

Hesitant in a sense
And observant prepared
In any direction but one
It being behind

Gone from this moment
Facing fully each possibility
That would become
This sense of clarity

Seeing through the fogged window
Knowing behind limitation
Well aware in prepare
Observant beyond observing

In a place of now
No longer then and
Perhaps almost when
I hold a large smile

Seeing through the fogged window
Surprised behind limitation
Spying almost every direction
I any direction but one

The Extravagant Giant

The story starts to take form in me
I found the title in a dream
I could see the cover of a book
The title arranged and designed
It was all I woke with

A couple of ideas crept inside me
And one combined with a small memory
How she smiles and how we met
Even the title begins to come clear
The story starts to take form in me

I can almost see it complete
Close my eyes and turn my neck
I feel another page around my shoulder
And find a clean page
A few lines it is almost revealed

The story starts to take form through me
But it shall not last long
As it will come out and leave from me