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