Poetry by Luke



I write to live and I live to write,

in the darkest hours of the quiet night.

At night the voices speak aloud,

a muted whisper, a clamouring crowd.

Then the blocks go up; it is growing light.

Each syllable now becomes a fight.

But still the voices won’t be cowed,

as they struggle against the morning shroud.


My Muses strike from out of the blue.

Please understand, it is not my fault.

I have to write, my bond is my word,

It is something I just have to do.

At last! I can see an end result!

They are at peace, their voices heard.



Luke is a talented poet/writer from Australia. Follow Little Lady Saga for more poems from him and check out previous ones here:

Reflections at Amiens

Old Flame

Solitary Sunset

Thinking of You

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