A Penny for Your Poems

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Have you ever visited
The fountain of poetry?
Toss in a penny
And a poem pops out.
If only it were so simple.
I chase these poems
As they play hide and seek
Or sometimes tag
They can be shy
Sliding behind shady trees
Slithering between rocks
Avoiding light on a sunny day
Delivering it at night.
Is that the moon shining
Or my latest poem
Emerging from the lake
Like the mermaid seldom seen?
Words play in the shadows
Romp across the fields
Of my sleepy mind.
The most potent of poems
Write themselves
At 3 a.m.
When I would rather be sleeping.
And when morning dawns
Poems go back to sleep.
The muse amuses herself
With my frustration
Toying with me
Like a cat with a mouse
And yet
I am enamoured
I call upon her every day
And when I am lucky
She comes out to play.