Evening Poetic Musings

Poetry Musings at Sundown Where did this day go? Did it run down the street? It slipped through my fingers, Like a glowing, rose, satiny sheet. Up before sunrise, a quill in my hand. Is this line good..hmm..is it bad? Who am I writing for? The truth is, I am still learning. In a thought machine, I get locked. I am no rabid commenter. Not even a poetess divine, I simply cannot do it all. Just know when evening knocks, I simply lay down my quill and say That ith humility and equanimity, "Thank you God, I can do no more."              June 16,2020                 5pm PST Poem # 1'247