The Trail Of A Quiet Muse Poem by Dr John Celes

She wondered how her poems came
In hundreds in a few years’ time;
May be, she had not enough fame,
But wrote most poems in good rhyme;
Three thousand saw I at a glance,
Twinkling like stars, in wordy dance.

Each poem came in varied ways;
She scribbled them by pencil, pen;
Some took her hours and sometimes days;
A few got laid like egg of hen.
At times, some came straight from her heart;
Editing was purely an art.

As poems grew in number, styles,
A deeper joy entered her mind;
The trudging turned a trot in miles,
Poesy did some gems well find.
Each time, I read her poems writ,
I know she’s now a poet fit!