When we sit to write
with pen in hand
a private affair begins
between muse and myself
Its a poetic journey
as we enter another element
a renewal of spirit, soul
searching, looking for answers
'not allowed' sign is posted,
the door shut, locked, the key
hidden, so we cannot be
disturbed, as we venture inward.
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......I wish you a peaceful write, a great piece to be hanged outside a poet's door........lovely one
.......................this can be true but on the other hand have you ever been driving in heavy traffic and a poem just pops into your head in the moment, I have and I have to rush to write it down somewhere in case I forget it by the time I get home: D
Very true. Poet and its muse has private affair behind the closed doors. A very fine write. Happy Writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes, you aptly said it that a private affair begins between the poet and muse when he/ she starts to write