“Poets Binding”

Eyes glued to the almanac
Days endlessly scribbled in that
Filled with lines of writing
Stretched across the lining

Somehow this fine page combustion
Sometimes leads to mind exhaustion
It is not an often notion
When hand reaches out in motion

Scribbling words, pouring emotion
Out on pages – Soul-filled Lotion
Muse bestowing magic potion
Filling writer with devotion

To the process of soul-binding
When it is again reminding
That each word on page is binding
To the poets masterminding