Always nice to see you in the Lair.
Bring your reams of paper
sharpen your pencils thin
when the muse flutters by
grab her on a whim
jot down those inspiring lines
build them one by one
listen very carefully for the wind
she is singing you a song
feel the warmth of inspiration
in the Lair, just on a whim.
SF
Scriber
A word so chosen set in place
a thought carefully fixed there
another word set and fixed fair
and you take up the poem’s pace
You wonder as to the next word
fitting each with wonder and worry
building a thing you can not hurry
shaping it, absorbing it as heard
Wondering if other’s will like it
just as sudden not giving a damn or care
its yours, just let them do better, or as fair
then they will appreciate a bit
-Trike