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One Day
I fear to wake
On to the day
When I hold my pen
To pen down a poem
And nothing comes forth
When I check inside
For Muse and finds her
Freezing away in silence.
And I press and press
Her chest and breast
And she hears not my call
Oh what a fall.
That day I fear
That day I dread
Shall never happen
Until I am no more
On to the day
When I hold my pen
To pen down a poem
And nothing comes forth
When I check inside
For Muse and finds her
Freezing away in silence.
And I press and press
Her chest and breast
And she hears not my call
Oh what a fall.
That day I fear
That day I dread
Shall never happen
Until I am no more
Published 22nd Nov 2010
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You're lucky, if you've never had a dry spell. I hope you never do. It's a bit like torture. I read a quote somewhere, can't remember by who, but it said (and I'm paraphrasing here): "When I'm not writing, I can't imagine how I ever did it. And when I am writing, I can't imagine how I couldn't." Anyway, I like how in the poem, you're performing CPR on the muse~that's kick-ass. Well, may your pen be busy, Divine. :)
22nd Nov 2010 3:33pm
7th Dec 2010 11:41am
everyone poet fears this day but with your writing I doubt it'll ever come.great piece
7th Dec 2010 11:51am
I appreciate this comment of yours Viwe so much. It makes me smile uncontrolably.
Thanks.
5th May 2012 5:52am
