And So It Begins
And so it begins, At 2am
awakened by Muse,
I grab my pen;
my journal open To a blank page;
I set the scene upon the stage.
From Muse’s mind to mine,
down the arm to the pen,
flow letters, words
and they spill haphazardly
upon the page;
painting the first scene with,
colors bold.
Repeat, repeat;
a second scene…
a third, a fourth,
now pouring clean
and fresh, crisp;
more legible;
and I wonder…
Will she ever finish?
I need sleep.
Written: 2-9-19
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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