INSIDE THE POET’S STUDIO

Silence resounds, quiet sounds
never heard, lines blurred,
fine lines are absurd when less bold.

Cluttered desk reflecting
jumbled minds and muse,
(no muse is good muse)

words he chooses
lose their meanings,
demeaning his art

starting with any rhyme.
Time stands, still you
feel history repeats itself,

shelves full of books and periodicals
are illogical when left alone.
Home in a room for one

who writes what hearts express.
All the best from the poet in the big chair
who dares write such bizarre things!

© Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

QUICKLY IN SEPTEMBER – DAY 7: ABOUT A PICTURE

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One thought on “INSIDE THE POET’S STUDIO

  1. True…without someone to read these books…they’re missing a key meaning in their existence. I love to look at strangers shelves of books. Just, a thought on what hopped out for me, this time. 🙂

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