It’s quiet and peaceful in my home
My
Muse and me, we’re quite alone
No
one breaks my concentration;
I
lose myself in contemplation …
Images
swirl round my brain;
I
look outside - see spots of rain
At
times a car grinds up the hill
But apart
from joggers, all is still.
Saturday,
these hours are mine;
I
marshal odd thoughts for a rhyme
But the
dratted words won’t click in place
Like
music, poems must have pace …
Lost
in a daydream – miles away
What words
will form this new display?
How
to make the mundane feel
Just
for a moment, poignant, real?
I
cast around; no theme rings true;
Then
the phone rings! I come to …
A
nuisance call! I might have known
No
poet can stay long alone!
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
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