To sit in the evening air and strive to find a word or deed that would inspire. Can often become a tiring deed, Every word alone cannot fit, nor deed by those about can fill that void. A void that is that unwritten poem as in my case. That missing link that ties all together to help form that artistic form that is the unfinished piece.
Such was the case today as I sat to write, I became filled with a void that haunted me, No words would fill or fit together to result in the poetic aim. In such times I change the scene, brew a coffee and sit with music to inspire. Thus the resulting finished piece is as seen below. By far in my opinion below my standard fitting a poem I would be happy with.
But yet it is a finsihed piece that has come about from a change of scenery and environment that aided in my composing this poem.

Heart Song In the evening air I sit to act, On deeds that seem yet stacked. To outnumber beats of an aching heart, Seeking to bridge a distance far apart. Listening to the evening song of birds, Fail to record your love in words, The song that carries every beat sells, Yet it fails what my heart yet tells. Feel the trembling of each word, Still seems to be quiet absurd. My heart song lifts to heights ne’er seen, No words can fill the void if only keen. Be the ruler of my hearts desire, And set each beat on fire. Rebuild the walls that housed your love, Within the aching pieces of my heart above. Fill the void that awaits your touch, With sleep I beg show it’s not too much. Shine brighter than stars at night, Yet still I can come sit and write. © Pat Fitzgerald 2022
Thank you for taking time to read this post, I hope that in this piece you have found a little entertainment or inspiration that helps carry you through to another day. My hope is that although this poem is below that standard I like for my writings and personal taste, I hope that it finds a spot to inspire, help etc.
If you wish to make a comment, I welcome But ask as I always do that any comment are ppolite. this is not for personal reasons BUT to avoid causing insult to others as they pass through. It is my belief that all too often words cause insult needlessly.
Until next time please take care, stay safe and Please try to give a little loving care and help to one who is in need at this time. The tiniest of deeds or actions can be the largest help to one in need.

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Thank you.
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Be the the ruller of the heart’s desire……….ah…beautiful!
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For myself, if I can’t find the words, I wait. Onto the rest of the day.
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So beautiful!
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Thank you
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