The sun appears late, delaying dawn break
I do not wake up to see the stupefied birds
The alarm bell will ring unmindful of the sky
It won’t happen till you do it, sighs the astrologer
I sharpen my pencils, but thoughts are hazy
The sun appears late, delaying dawn break
My internal compass brooks no outside reference
I rely so much on myself; I miss all signals divine
I do not wake up to see the stupefied birds
The muse is waiting somewhere out there
I wait for inspiration to find its way to me
The alarm bell will ring unmindful of the sky
Creative Experiments and More 
I find my muse mostly by trying arond with words….
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Yeah … ultimately there is a technique for everything.
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A beautiful cascade poem Reena! Very nice xoxo
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Thank you so much, Carol!
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My muse arrives when it wants to, and sometimes I feel it’s on vacation. LOL
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Likewise 🙌. These days, it appears to be on vacation for me.
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😂
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The muse comes on her own time! Thank you for writing to the prompt–nicely done.
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Thank you, Merril!
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You’re welcome, Reena!
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Lovely cascade poem.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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The muse arrives when it wants to. Nicely done cascade, Reena.
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Thank you, Dora!
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