Invoking the Muse
By heinzs
Each morning, once again awake, my pen to paper's blankness take -- invoke the poet's muse to write the clear thoughts of the passing night. What subject shall it be today? The flight of birds? A child at play? Some days the muse's echoes dark recesses of the soul do spark. Other times it sings with laughter or ponders on the ever after. Each day a psalm to paper set before the inspired thoughts forget. With couplets rhyming, or blank verse, the words flow forth and then disperse. Where they come from, where they go, I am sure I do not know. To write the words I can't refuse... what poet could deny his muse? An audience these verses seek, so come on in and take a peek! 11/7/2001 Written November 7th, 2001 © on Nov 07 2001 06:59 AM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl 0 • 10
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