My Writing Muse

Deep inside my head

Where only spiders dare to tread

Thoughts that are dark and sometimes hallow

Where sometimes I go to wallow

My muse meanders through the webs

Where normal thinking tends to ebb

And creative thought beckon and call

And echo down the darkened hall

I conjure up my seeing eyes

Of all I love and all I despise

In carefully placed written prose

I write down what I see and know

Of my world that spins around

Of feelings and thoughts that I've found

Of hopes and cares and dreams to be

I'm thankful for the muse in me

Author's Note

22 January 2011

Reviews

[JENY]

that is sweet....
the lines expressing your contentment as a writer...
really .. a very good poem