March gone, I return April washed, ready <br />For writing once more, my exciting dreams <br />Needing a pen nudge me, with steady <br />Muse again daily, poetic scheming <br />Of verse is now a prime motive, romantic <br />New thoughts jostle for space as they line up <br />For lines. Gyrating inside pedanticly, <br />Metres emerge as desire becomes sated <br />And verses are birthed. So friends I appear <br />Among you again refreshed and rested, <br />Heart full of thanks for your care, I feel clear <br />And eager to write, - at least, trying my best.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/april-washed/
