To write, or not to write
that is the question,
as I stand at pedestal of my oak desk.
The moments fine to take the plunge.
To scribe, or not to scribe
that is the question,
as deep breath grounds my poet's heart.
The moments grand for starting new.
To scrawl or not to scrawl,
that is the question,
as fantasies grow inside dreams.
The moment is lined with adventures.
To compose, oh to compose
is the answer,
as energies of heart leads on,
and manuscript-like boat floats gracefully.
Floats to be christened
inside waves for a lyrical birth.
Floats, to be christened
inside waves for a lyrical birth.
StarBG © 2017
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
To write, or not to write
that is the question,
as I stand at pedestal of my oak desk.
The moments fine to take the plunge.
To scribe, or not to scribe
that is the question,
as deep breath grounds my poet's heart.
The moments grand for starting new.
To scrawl or not to scrawl,
that is the question,
as fantasies grow inside dreams.
The moment is lined with adventures.
To compose, oh to compose
is the answer,
as energies of heart leads on,
and manuscript-like boat floats gracefully.
Floats to be christened
inside waves for a lyrical birth.
Floats, to be christened
inside waves for a lyrical birth.
StarBG © 2017
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