Nightmuse

best writing comes in the wee hours

Each night…

I look to the twilight hours

Embrace them

As they come round

 

Somehow different

From the others

A comfort from…

The morning I’ve never found

 

And the quiet, she is…

The one old friend, who  

Always sits, and listens to ideas

Familiarity encouragement from her mood

 

Into the wee hours

She wheedles me

Among meaning and

Wistful conversations vagaries

 

And a second hand

On a digital face

Guides my pen

In an absolute continuous pace

 

With little hindrance

Nor laden concentration

Time lends

The subconscious to the collective

 

It’s more than mere coincidence

That pure genius greets me here

And a muse just happens to break

Away from chains in shadows sphere

 

Energy unseen but surely surges

Across an universe and net

But, of course from all of life

Comes more as certain death

 

I cannot deny this and that living is…

Exchange in rotation

Soon the other woman shows, sun shines

I can see her moistened morning breath

 

Inspiration itself

Stores away

Locks in

An oak drawer desk

 

Conspicuous thinking

For me does begin to end

And through a day in light I walk

A very content, but otherwise ordinary man

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Conspicuous thinking
For me does begin to end
And through a day in light I walk
A very content, but otherwise ordinary man

I feel so related with the above last line, simply amazing write my friend

[Michael G. Smith]

Out of mouths of ordinary men come lines of real life, thanks.

[A. Amos]

Well no one sense or understand the beauty of life, better than an ordinary man...rest of the world is so busy in material things:) you're most welcome