Muse
Sometimes we all need,The energy of others,
For our craft we bleed.
Some will aways need,
That extra artful Push,
Before they also bleed.
Pen to paper wanton need,
Synapse fire's mind's delight,
As we write we bleed.
As my mind screams it's need,
To a leaking brain bemused,
Without my muse I bleed.
Ahh there she is the one I need,
To hone my craft as I write capriciously,
Poetic writing in my blood no need to bleed.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-01-01 at 03:14
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