There was a day, an hour and a moment when my muse was unlocked and I began to write. I remember the euphoria…indeed, I relive it each time I re-arrange words in my mind…(the exception being when filling in forms….yuck!). This quadrille poem (44 words) is about that magical moment.

It wasn’t the nod that did it
nor the ensuing wink
I still marvel to this day that
it was just the right moment
-when my soul found the right gear
-when my spirit gave the ‘thumbs up’
and my ink began to flow

©Vivian Zems 

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