For days my world seemed empty,
as the words had flown
never it seemed to return.
Then I woke up this morning
and they were back again.
As if by magic,
my pen did not want to stop writing again.
The words are flowing again
like water from a full open tap,
so fast sometimes
that I can barely get them down on paper
before the next lot come around.
Where they being stored for just this certain day?
I do not care for the answer
only that they are back again
and my pen is overflowing
once more with new ideas.
All I can do is hope they will not go away again,
at least for a little while.
this is good news as I can relate to your poem, it gives me hope that my muse will return home...it used to talk to me daily but now its visits are far and few between. Looking forward to reading more of your words!
The return of your muse is really heartening David...I enjoy reading your poems...10++
It is remarkable that they have returned to you back, David.. Your muse really deserved a praise..10x10. Sincerely, Tsira
I have these time and when I do I just keep reading other poets eventually the muse comes home and then I give her stick by golly. Nice write David glad I'm not alone.
This poem shows the elusiveness of the creative spirit - and it's fundamental importance in the writer's life. I'm delighted that you've found your muse again, David and look forward to reading lots more of your interesting and always accessible poetry. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think they came to stay for a while. (much better than in-laws visits, eh?) smiles, P