White Wolf Poet Quatrain

Notes About The Poem

Master of None:

To be Jack of all trades
But a master of none,
As my memory fades
Still, some do come.

To be master of one
Like poetry or art,
And know how it's done
Is love from the heart.

As I stare at the wall
Shall inspiration turn up?
Does my muse hear me call
Will she fill up my cup?

So I wait patiently
Just for one drop,
As she sits next to me
Now I can't stop.

My pen running wild
catching all of my thoughts,
Feel like a new born child
But still out of sorts.

Will this be as brief
As I believe it will?
At least now I have relief
She did return to fill.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Claudia Polydoro January 31, 2017 at 5:48 PM May your muse visit you all the time, my friend... this is a great poem she inspired ;) loved it

Freddie Robinson Jr. January 31, 2017 at 1:37 PM Sweet muse revelations this poem is, WW. The creative fire sometimes need the embers to be stoked when it gets low. Wonderful poem, Rick. A fave of mine and a 7 too. Nice double combo for you, friend. Btw ... nothing wrong w/being a jack of all trades. Having a little knowledge of something means have a knowledge base in that area, and you can always learn and increase in that area. Love you always. White Wolf January 31, 2017 at 6:17 PM Yes, knowledge is like a path up the mountain, we may know the path well but the whole mountain remains a mystery! Thank you for your kind words, RW /|\

Chris Green January 31, 2017 at 7:20 AM Even if she only comes back for one day, we can revel in the poetry she inspires you to write on that day. here's hoping your muse has packed a bag for a long stay. Nicely done Rick White Wolf January 31, 2017 at 7:34 AM Thanks, Chris, you always know how to make a bloke feel good! /|\

Darren White January 31, 2017 at 1:27 AM Your muse, your lark is back. Treasure both and write a lot, I'll join you :) White Wolf January 31, 2017 at 4:54 AM Hehehe! Even if it's just for the day, then it's a good day! /|\

John Herlihy January 31, 2017 at 12:18 AM "Feeling like a new born child" says it all. Your rhythm and rhyme here leaves us begging for more. JH White Wolf January 31, 2017 at 12:20 AM Thank you, John /|\

Winged Warrior January 30, 2017 at 7:15 PM Wolfy strikes again...great write Whitey...god bless...^WW^ White Wolf January 30, 2017 at 7:30 PM Thank you, it was just something I wrote while not being able to sleep! /|\

Jan Allison January 30, 2017 at 7:09 PM Made me smile as I think our muses are suffering from the January blues White Wolf ... lets not stare at the wall but get some fresh air and inspiration will hopefully flow again:-) hugs Jan xx White Wolf January 30, 2017 at 7:13 PM Fresh air! Good idea, Jan, and maybe a walk while I'm at it to clear the mind!

Sunlite Wanter January 30, 2017 at 6:44 PM Wonderful little writing. My muse went to sleep in a beautiful down filled bed - alas, nothing to do but wait. White Wolf January 30, 2017 at 6:50 PM I find that reading poetry can be inspiring enough, Thank you, Sunlite. /|\