Quiet
In the stillness of the night,
In the ambience of blurred light,
I'm awakened,
My prowess is strengthened.
My muse comes to me,
Inspiration flows like the sea,
It’s an encompassing tide,
Nothing can hide.
A door opens,
I walk out of the woods,
I'm no more cloaked by gloomy moods,
The waning door reopens.
A tranquil moment,
I'm in an unperturbed element,
Bloom stays,
Gloom frays.
April 1, 2023.
Writing Challenge - 'Q'' Words - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2023
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