IN THE EVENINGS..A Poem by JENYa poem...IN THE EVENINGS… I would have made a world Where my hut will have Only one room… Made of books instead of
bricks Spirits of Eliot and Emma Will visit me every night Charles Dickens will.. Share my bed.. Dostoevsky will teach me How to distill poems and
stories By mating with a
consciousness That is collective and
unique.. Sigmund Freud will train me To eavesdrop into the secret Behind the great minds’
greatness To unravel their mystery.. With Wanton Chekhov I shall go for a morning
stroll Into the wilderness.. To weave new stories.. For the rest of the day… Evenings… I spend with the inmates Of this Writer’s café… My only friends.. My only living friends…!!! I toddle with my quill My tender fingers, fledglings.. Always struggling… To hold it steadily.. My fingers.. Have not yet mastered.. The art of wielding it… To articulate my inner world Yet, I keep on tottering… With a mind, boozy… From the goblet of optimism… And my quill join in the orgy.. Friends…help me…. Help me to remain
intoxicated..!!!! Forever…!!! © 2010 JENYFeatured Review
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