Writing - Poem by Jackie Allen
Tis the Season, as is always, to write
Burning the midnight oil, on chilly winter nights
Be it fiction, memoir, poetry or prose,
One needs something to keep on going
Motivation is nowhere in sight.
Now read another author’s creation
Stimulate your own muse’s inspiration
No science fiction, perhaps real life story?
With caffeine’s warmth comes a word or two,
Talent and joy now revived!
Celebrate the creation before you
Recapture the memories of your life
Words bound within your mind
Transcribed onto pages of time
Authored by you.
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