The Muse, In My Quill

The Muse, In My Quill  

I hadn't realized my penning going on 
Before the ink ran dry of my Quill. 
If I had just started with my array, 
For these words that I had written. 

May have been on some other penned display.

I assure you, though, that you are the muse,  
For today in this world that has become confusing.
Was it a destined write to be, 
The story told of a sea of words still in my Quill, in me?

If these words hadn't come when they did,
Jotting down everything rolling through the Quill 
Of my pen so swiftly amid.

I can't give up too soon in my quest just yet,
For the display, that I had arrayed, 
Of these words that come to display, 
I write, that might take me today to the Gazette.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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