Where creativity can truly start,
A muse that never fades or ends,
Guiding us through life's twists and bends.
Imagination can take to the air,
Soaring on wings of thought and dream,
Capturing moments like a gleam.
His fields and nature would compel,
His pen to paper, writing true,
Poetry that would speak to you.
Found solace in her own illusion,
Writing words that never grew old,
Her verses an eternal mould.
In poets who self-discover aim,
Themes that speak of our journey's soul,
In words that make us feel whole.
David Whyte's introspective throngs,
All remind us of the truth we seek,
In solitude, we find what we speak.
Our thoughts, our musings, our own,
For in that space, we find the key,
To unlock our deepest poetry.