Open Poetry #45 |
too little |
steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
far too little inspiration breaths are short and labored groans far too little compilation piles of thoughts like seedlings grown wander, muse, in my direction molt your skin upon my quill leave afresh new intonation sing of grace my heart to fill words flow not in thoughts or schemes without your blessings freely shared dreamers cannot their off'rings bring and worship at your throne-room here rather to pen some words, so few than to write a multitude aplenty without your breathing life anew into meaningless platitudes many speak not volumes...just speak...to me I plead |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Oh, this, dear Steaven, is an inspired image! Love it. Your plea is very beautifully articulated and your muse is certainly pleased, she will visit you more often again, I am sure. Love, Margherita |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Quiet times are meant for recharge, I have found. So much energy eminates from your quill Poet. No doubt the brief respite is well deserved. Nice flow to this. |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
hello steavenr these are delightful words and I love the communication with muse or inspiration....I love the talk of the poet adressing to some etherical being...It is a very interesting and beautiful poem... yann |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
~Very smooth Steve....Flows beautifully! ~ARH |
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