Arty

THE POET DIPS HIS QUILL

The poet dips his quill
In the inkwell of the muse
The resulting flowing words
Are the fruit of thought
Gathered on the page
In a Poetic harvest

IN THE WELL OF THOUGHTS

In the well of thoughts
The wordsmith dips his cup
In search of inspiration
And drinks deep the draught
But when the spark is struck
The muse was present
At the moment of conception