Pen Proposes

A short poem on writing

In the quiet of a late night
come thoughts crowding into my mind.
Before me lies,  blank page waiting...
what reality will I find?

Poets  hear a thousand voices
as the muse arouses to rise..
reaching for the precipice where
inspiration’s  ink will surprise.

Pen in hand, poets paint great art.
Poems and prose they bring from the heart.