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;
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