Singing the Midnight Muse
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Singing the Midnight Muse
At midnight hour on restless nerves I wait,
to move into the muse and breathe a sigh.
This is the moment that I contemplate,
the reasons therefore and the causes why.
Feelings appear so clear like yesterday,
all grown to writing that takes shape and form.
My pen moves quicker than I aim to say.
And soon these phrases calm the inner storm.
Well pleased I am with what has been produced.
It’s out and all’s the well this point in time.
No longer am I bound and all confused.
Much has been said in metaphors and rhyme.
Yet, as I leave this setting seeking sleep,
the muse within says, “You won’t get a peep.”
9/2/16
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2016
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