Prisoner of the Pen With Bonus Stanza From Darren White

"Last letters fall off a lonely page, punished the pen sits silent, recovering from past strokes of sage." Bluebirds sing along with Springs triumphant return red and yellow tulip's splendor fall out in front of me my inquisitive mind inhales nature's fresh awakening as my pen stares off aimlessly to another place in time Write for me they plead, but my muse has gone to sleep hardened by yesterday's trials, I remain empty and weak these eyes reach out towards where the butterfly flutter but my heart floats away up into the recesses of the sky Calliope, Thalia, Polyhymnia, why do you sleep so far Euterpe, sing your siren song in my desperate deaf ear fingers frozen in time above ink wells slowly drying in starry skies eluding songs sing us a seductive melody Thanks Darren...hope this sparks your poetic fire