Staring at paper for hours-- <br />My pen draws a blank-- <br />Again and again and again; <br />Seeking inspiration we search- <br />For that oft' times illusive Muse-- <br />The source of all our creativity-- <br />The fire of our psyche-- <br />The light of our heart- <br />Who oft' hides herself--- <br />Cleverly somewhere-- <br />Out of reach-- <br />In the back corridors-- <br />Of our soul--- <br />Playing hide and seek occasionly-- <br />With our pen--- <br />And circumstance-- <br />Waiting for just--- <br />The right moment---- <br />To explode--- <br />Once and again--- <br />On paper; <br /> <br /> <br />The Essence <br />July,2010<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/block-4/
