The Whispering Muse
 


Hours sitting with pen in my hand
Staring at the blank paper,
waiting for that spark of inspiration
to leap into my mind.

Frustration mounting
wondering if I've become deaf to the
whispering muse.

By Shadowfire   (About Shadowfire)

© 2002 Shadowfire (All rights reserved)

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