My Fingers Are Still Burning
Still sandy-eyed, my muse searching for something to write
Perhaps thoughts of what I've dreamt about last night
Scrambling and untwisting words to make a rhyme
Changing those words, time after time
So many themes and stories I've told
There must be one left in my heart, I still hold
Thinking...should I write about the moon or the stars up above
Or should I write about something about someone I love
My muse still in shambles still spinning and turning
Must quickly write something, while my fingers are still burning
Thinking...should I write about people, or someone I knew
Or some loved one I know...thought out of the blue
'Nother cup of coffee might just do the trick
To awaken my muse and help me think quick
As I sip my cup slowly my muse starts to awaken
So excited to write that my hands started shaken
It's now and finally that I know what to pen
I'll write about my muse, till my muse wakes... again
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2023
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