My Muse
An empty page awaits my muse:
I sit and wait for feel to fling,
Let passion stage and hurl new use,
Here at the gate watch words now sing.
I keep my poise in fragrant style:
Align my heart to pen fond writes,
Match simple choice with thoughts worthwhile,
Words swirl and start as message cites.
Ink stains address the way of rhyme:
Feel sums and seeds the magic lines,
Wit can process a vivid chime,
Feel and thought feed a touch most fine.
Verse flows and flows in calm imprint:
The voice makes waves in profound span,
I fashion glow to hurl clear hint,
Soul now awakes to spice most grand.
Leon Enriquez
21 January 2015
Singapore
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