Wednesday, April 20, 2005 here

I see the sparkling words on the empty page
I hear my thoughts in ravishing explosion
I taste the appetizing inspiration
I smell the freshly baked poetry
I feel the urge, the need in me
I think of pouring my ideas onto a paper
I sense images with rhythm and rhyme
I know what can appease my active mind
I believe in the great power of inscription
I wonder what is going to be my new creation
I imagine assembling the words on a scroll
I guess writing would soothe me after all.
* Published in "Invoking The Muse" book by the International Library of Poetry.

1 comment:

Cerridwen said...

I enjoyed this poem a's the exercise of all senses and being.

Promethean Planet


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