My Quiet Place.
I oft take me to a quiet place, and there will sit me down,
To search for peace and solace, and enjoy the beauty found.
Once there, I consider how best to use the talent I possess,
Which sometimes proves a burden and, this I must confess,
Behoves me to restore my muse, in this quiet, placid way;
Where Nature works her magic, when inspiration is held at bay.
Should words come not readily, though a purpose would be filled,
She soothes my tardy passion, until angst and frustration are stilled.
With the peace I find within this place, it is my firm held belief,
That quiet contemplation always works to bring inspired relief.
So for times when intent is thwarted, and a cure desperately needed
The stimulus this meditation brings, is always found and heeded.
Rhymer.
