A metaphor knocks at her
newly polished front door.
The similie looks up , tries
in vain to get up on her knees.
She almost drags herself to
the door only to find the indent
Lines on an empty doorstep.
The guest seems to have gone.
How she wished to raise a
toast with him and shake
a leg or two on the music
that resonates in her heart.
Inside that muse she finds
a divine epiphany that leads
to vast peaceful spaces in
her rainbow wrapped poem.
Too beautiful and rather enchanting. What a lovely tribute to inspiration with fantastic imagery. What a marvelous metaphor of the entire process. Fascinating, and too delightful. I love it.