I haven’t written for a while;
my mind seems dulled:
perhaps the dark days and nights of Winter
have suppressed my inspiration,
thrown my Muses back into the shadows
where they huddle and wait
for the light to return.
I haven’t written for a while;
those thoughts I have remain unformed,
a phrase here, a para-rhyme there
but, like my Muses,
prefer the shadows
cast by these short Winter days
and long, dark nights.
I haven’t written for a while
until today when I drew back the shades
and saw the Spring sun rising high in the sky
casting light and warmth;
my Muses joyfully returned from their dark place
and those disconnected thoughts joined with them
to write the words now forming on this page ...
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 2:39 PM UTC
I haven’t written for a while;
my mind seems dulled:
perhaps the dark days and nights of Winter
have suppressed my inspiration,
thrown my Muses back into the shadows
where they huddle and wait
for the light to return.
I haven’t written for a while;
those thoughts I have remain unformed,
a phrase here, a para-rhyme there
but, like my Muses,
prefer the shadows
cast by these short Winter days
and long, dark nights.
I haven’t written for a while
until today when I drew back the shades
and saw the Spring sun rising high in the sky
casting light and warmth;
my Muses joyfully returned from their dark place
and those disconnected thoughts joined with them
to write the words now forming on this page ...
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