Empty and bare
The page awaits
For input from my Muse
Of which my heart relates
But there
Upon a blank page
It’s ready for the dance
My Muse’s favorite stage
For even a dream
Still unrealized
With room to grow
A place to materialize
When she reaches deep
Within my aging heart
Bringing out my best
To the page we are of part
And so, of a blank page
I may often stare
Of pride that’s yet to be
Not just words it wears
Copyright © Robert Hays 2014
- Author: Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 29th, 2021 07:27
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments6
Thank you kindly my lady. 😉
Lovely words , AP 🙂🙂
Thank you rose. Glad you like it. 😉
Good write AP.
You know my poem of the same, or similar, title?
There's no words to it, but it goes on for 4,367 verses.
How do we know when we've reached the end of it?
Do shut up now Orchi. lol.
No Orchi, I've not seen it. Do I need my ear plugs? 😁
Beautifully written AP. Love it
Thanks Sax. Glad you enjoyed reading it.
yep ... just beautiful ................... N
Thanks N. My Muse says go with the flow, so I do as told. 😉
I truly agree A.P. You outline exactly the actions of an interested Muse as we writers plod on to produce more meaningful words.
Thank you Fay. Can't help but follow my Muse's lead. 😉
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