Thursday 8 September 2011

To write


Write, write, write, we must
Else, who will tell the tale?

A possession it is, a muse divine,
Blessing blind poets with nocturnal visits
And to us poetasters,
Only a passing grace.

3 comments:

myra b said...

frank and succinctly put :)

myra b said...

frank and succinctly put :)

Wanderer said...

@myra b: thanks for the comment :)