Sometimes I suffer from MMD
Multiple Muse Disorder
Should I draw or paint
Write poetry or prose
Just let the sun fall on my face
Or join folk as we clean the grove
Dance to a music that not all hear
Or catch it's strains
In an echoed word
Will I find a way?
To paint my mind
So shades of light
And dark can find
A voice to speak
Their common will
Perhaps one day
I'll learn to say
The things I get
To hear today
But till then
I'll listen well
Whenever the muses
Weave their spell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But till then I'll listen well Whenever the muses Weave their spell Beautiful decision to move forward..