Pulsating Muse
She visits but she won’t stay long
Though where she goes to, no-one knows
My words all seem to come out wrong
As she departs and takes my prose
I like to think
I’m saving ink
It’s clear in me she does belong
My notions won’t form nice neat Rows
Was not our symbiosis strong
As slow she comes and quick she goes
The empty page…
It’s all the rage
15 June 2022
Contest: Posie Poetry
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2022
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