To My Fellow Poets
Here I am alone with pen and paper
in front of me
You know the feeling
You sit there and pray
that the Muse will speak to you
The Muse may come today
A fiery time of creation may be emerging
Or the muse may be silent
Leaving us lost in front of
a sheet of blank paper
Fellow poets
Do not despair!
For the Muse knows who you are
And will appear
when most needed
as always
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2019
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