Frank Sheehan Poet Free verse

The Poet

for Anna Akhmatova

This is easy living
Waiting for the Muse to arrive
whispering sweet lullabies
into my plume

You may get a bout
of insomnia, or
wake up before sunrise, or
stay up into

the wee hours
of the night
But it's all part
of the scenario,

the mysterious existence
that transforms the mundane
into kaleidoscopic dreams,
magnificent realities

consolidated onto parchment
or logged into your laptop,
into the realm
of earthly concrete.

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Susan Jeavons August 19, 2019 at 10:46 AM When the muse strikes, we must pay attention, else a gem of a poem escapes! Nice write Frank. Blessings, Susan

Vickie Hurtt - Thayer October 25, 2017 at 1:48 PM Enjoying your poems, love this one as well. Vickie

Sheila Sacks October 4, 2017 at 7:43 AM My muse loves the wee hours too, Frank, but snatching it's offerings and bringing them into the eartly realm, as you say, can be quite a challenge! I enjoyed this write, thanks for sharing!

Jan Allison July 7, 2017 at 12:28 PM Sure made me smile Frank when I first started writing on soup in 2015 I would wake at all hours with a few lines in my head and would have to get up and write them down, now i carry a note pad or have a scrap of paper and jot my thoughts down when my muse is behaving - on the way to mums carehome yesterday I thought of 2 limericks and dashed through the door and wrote them down:-) hugs Jan xx

Anne-Lise Andresen January 17, 2017 at 12:57 PM - We must never lose our dreams ... - A beautiful poem, enjoy reading :) - Let your thoughts fly freely, Frank - // Anne-Lise :)