Awaiting My Muse

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Impatiently I perch awaiting her

Appearance, tabula rasa before

Me, she will slip inside and uncover

The pool of thoughts, my mind’s reserve and more

A flick of her wrists and ideas take flight

Glittering droplets-a swirling maelstrom

Her voice speaks stars into the darkened night

Her hands orchestrating, my words plucked from

This dancing vortex and alight gently

Upon the page in order as ordained

She calms the storm of creativity

My dream waters still as if it ne’er rained.

O Dearest Muse, know I lift not my pen

Til your presence stirs my waters again.

 

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The usage of the words: tabula rasa... is interesting in this write... and the way the ending releases your last thoughts:

O Dearest Muse, know I lift not my pen
Til your presence stirs my waters again.