Our muse so kind, dear and true often times
Some moments vague and scarcely inspires
Senses dream and mind without reason rhymes
A dip in poetry, the mind willingly climbs
To unknown and truly dizzying heights
Our muse so kind, dear and true often times
In our deep slumber it naughtily chides
In our deep slumber it naughtily chides
Waking us in unholy hours as mind lazily writes
Senses dream and mind without reason rhymes
It bugs our psyche, we would hate those rides
We embrace hesitantly the unknown realms
Our muse so kind, dear and true often times
It gives us clues, but confuses minds
It's always a struggle to find what pen desires
Senses dream and mind without reason rhymes
Once inspiration ticks and happily guides
Grab the moment as it comes in surprises
Our muse so kind, dear and true often times
Senses dream and mind without reason rhymes
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Few notes on the poem: I intended to write a Villanelle poem with an aba rhyme scheme. I faltered in the rhyme scheme so here I am with just one rhyme. This is no longer some Villanelle na ... :( I hope the poem turned out good... :P
Written for Thursday Poets' Rally
