Muse

Here at the gate,
I sit and wait;
Pen now ready,
Blank page ink free.


Wordplay and art,
Muse promptly starts;
Words on a roll,
Brisk ideas stroll.


Ink stains in time,
Surge flow of rhymes;
An inner feel,
Spurs a calm will.


I step aside
Let flow now glide;
I do not know
Just what will show.


Word pictures fit
To honour wit,
I wait a while,
Watch soul move style.


Sometimes flow stops,
Yes not one drop;
Then like a breeze,
A oozing squeeze.


How do I write?
I simply cite:
What soul inspires,
Words do not tire.


I do not try
To force a sigh;
Words have a way
To twist fine play.




Leon Enriquez
02 August 2017
Singapore

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