How can I put a word,
to what excites my muse?
For what inspires me,
might be to her, a ruse.
With each tear of pain,
she writes but of hope;
she writes but a future,
how with pain, to cope.
With each smile of joy,
she writes of its cause,
when inspiration sings,
I find words at a loss.
When I curse in anger,
she urges me to forget;
with each word to ink,
I find a better outlet.
When smitten by love,
words shine in the moon,
I write of my feelings,
to be together real soon.
My passion for writing,
I know it never sleeps,
with every little turn,
my life on edge it keeps.
Each emotion that lives,
in my heart’s each beat,
brings a poem to life,
and life feels complete.
Then the moment passes,
I am reborn once again,
to find that new poem,
that flows in my veins.
Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 12, Where passion resides)
(’12, Oct 12)
This was beautiful … loved the rebirth !!!
Thanks, GS.
Gorgeous! I like the never-ending muse running in your blood. Keep it going!
Life would be bland without that muse, Clarice ๐
Each emotion that lives,
in my heartโs each beat,
brings a poem to life,
and life feels complete.
I loved this stanza the most!….Beautiful poem!…
I think many poets would be able to relate to that one, Valli ๐ Thank you.