Here I sit
Anticipation has my thoughts
My muse that never sleeps
Flirting with a lyrical jackpot
Enslaved to my muse
Held hostage be it day or night
Pay no mind to the hour
My pen ready to write
The subject matter will vary
Whatever pulls upon my heart
My job is to write it down
My muse’s lyrical art
Well look ye there say I
A poem upon the page
Where from that came
I’ll sit, ponder and gaze
All credit goes to my muse
Keeping me innocent as can be
I just wrote it down
Anonymous poetry
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Comments4
Who wrote this? Is it anonymous?! lol.
I did see a masked poet hysterically laughing while quickly escaping out the back door saying "Oh Orchi will be swooning all over the place". 🤣
(this is deep, a twin edged poetic pen
as chosen sword in that battle of art
'anonymous' poetry
nondescript in theme or imagery
yet a thread of meaning, as exposition
to our shared artistic ideals:
'A poem upon the page
Where from that came from
I’ll sit, ponder and gaze'
and share, so others may be gifted
by creativity's viral inspiration;
then again 'anonymous'
in aspiring to circumvent posterity's
trending, merit status
this be that poetry, imbued with its own
undisputed, worth!)
and more power to you, dear Poet
Hammer squarely upon nail head Sir. Thanks LB. 😉
your muse appears to have done us all a favour today my friend .. 🐧
I believe you have my muse smiling big time. Thanks N.
Our muses are always there for us AP.
Andy
And vise versa dare I say. Thanks Andy.
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