Why would there be one single, sacred source? <br />One muse with different guises to direct <br />each poor poetic soul upon their course <br />along the path to share their intellect? <br /> <br />Perhaps this creature really does exist <br />within the upper reaches we reserve? <br />Those words penned by a quick flick of the wrist <br />are guided by this strange unnatural nerve <br /> <br />attached to some remote part of the brain, <br />A seldom fired electron is the spark. <br />as automatic writing, shows again <br />which ones of us have true links with the Dark. <br /> <br />Is poetry the passions of the sick? <br />Well how do you explain the Limerick? ; ¬)<br /><br />Dan Reynolds<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/are-emos-monopolising-the-muse/
