New poem for new year?
“Forget it,” says my snooty muse – irate and imperious. “Go ahead with your fiction and the new friend you’ve found.”
“Why are you sulking?”
“NO! I feel stifled when you write descriptive paragraphs for your new friend.”
“Why can’t a poet write a novel?” I ask
“You are no good at that! I know you are a person of few words. For years I’ve been your mentor and now you’ve abandoned me.”
“But this is a temporary phase. This story has been waiting to burst out. Let me finish it.”
“Really? I challenge you to finish it this year. I am sure you are going to get wedged in those dark corridors. Only I know how to pull you out.”
“Now that is poor encouragement, goldy.”
“I am familiar with your dismal progress. Each time I’ve to step in to show you the light that glows at the horizon.”
“I know I am incomplete without you. I promise to be with you each morning.”
“This is no truce. I’ll choose my own time. Right now I am in an adventurous mood.”
“You’ve come home after a month. Share your stories with me.” I try to ground her.
“Ha!”she rebuffs me and bounds out. “Don’t try to humor me. I know you too well.”
My new friend embraces me and we totter forward. Hope has been my dearest buddy.
© Balroop Singh
Thank you! I am looking for some beta readers for advice about my WIP. All kind of suggestions from accomplished fiction writers are welcome.
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