Joyful Muse~

 Poetry is….

One of those moments

  Fixed in a stream of flying….

'Lonely wakeful night'

'Grey dark clouds; continual rain outside'

'a dressing gown hung on the door'

'a clock ticking    … and his confused longings ' 

'Frosty beads poised on a chilled mojito glass'

'Me, warm after a bath…luxurious, scented bedroom'

'The feel of the soft pillow on my face'

'The muffled sound of a t.v downstairs'

“things have ends(or scopes)…and what follows

….assist comprehension of process” Ezra Pound

Every poet finds his or her own muse

- that irresistible silhouette

      draws a verse-maker towards the

    accessible, obtainable, understandable light

It’s an invitation to connect…

   with the fluid world;

Prosaic otherwise…

Words go hither and thither

   do most of the writing,

        or  to get it to the point

     Working on a poetry

          is pure JOY…

Linked with Sherry's : http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2015/08/midweek-motif-joy-of-poetry.html