Watching fires of inspiration,
Waiting for the sparks to soar,
Igniting my poetic muse again,
My muse smothered the sparks.
© rogleach 29/3/2021
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I have been there! May your muse be well-sparked during this poeming month!
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Very nice. I’ve been there, to be sure. I reckon we all have. Keep going, and your muse will become an accelerant to the flame.
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