Hello, me again
Asking questions with no answers
Just something I do
To provoke the muse dancers
So many roads to choose from
And time enough to kill
Let the lyrical wheels turn
Creative hours to fill
And minute by minute
The second hand dances about
As over and over
The hour glass runs out
The sun and moon
That cross the skies
Days and nights that pass
Right before my eyes
I’ll sit here
And contemplate
The time that will pass
On any given date
Although not my intention
The time that I waste
While thoughts incubate
In the heart my muse has laced
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Comments7
Hello again,
Accidental Poet.
Superb write.
Keep writing
FineB
Thank you FineB. Your positive notes are really appreciated.
Cooeee again AP! lol.
Good write.
Thanks orchi.
An interesting write, AP! You are very creative. Great job!
Thanks Christina. I do enjoy it, and as long as I enjoy it, the creativeness seems to follow me. And I tend to think that that's true for all of us who write.
AP, You're a very good at writing i adore that keep it up.
Thank you for the compliment Confia. Been writing poetry for 17 years now, so I think I'm starting to get the hang of it. ; )
"Hello", a magic words wake muse up.
Thanks for reading m&m.
I really like your poem! But I don't say "Hello", I say "OK, Google"....
Thanks for reading Fred.
Good write, that muse inside you is a powerful ally.
Yes Andy, I've learned when the muse speaks to listen closely. Thanks for reading and your comment.
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