Albert Ahearn Poet Verse

A Haunting World

I cherish living in my world-
An exclusive universe
Where no one is allowed entry;
No wife, friends or acquaintances.
It’s a place where music is breathed;
Where the ghosts of literary
Giants still haunt the ambiance;
A serene inner sanctum where
Ideas and inspiration
Grow like precious fruit on a tree
Never given the chance to rot;
Their harvest serving only me.
A place where these influences
Create something memorable.

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Carolyn Devonshire February 20, 2011 at 12:20 PM We poets do need our solitude sometimes to arouseour muses, Albert. Sometimes others who are close to us can't appreciate the need for our "inner sanctum," but I can certainly relate to this. Beautifully written, Albert! Love, Carolyn