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This Muse
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This Muse |
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Auguste 
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea 
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This Muse by Auguste So many words both heard and said And yet they're often hard to find To somehow turn into a poem They just don't seem to come to mind Oh what to write this early morn Of love, of hurt, of what has been Of memories both old and worn Or perhaps to never write again Sometimes he cannot make a rhyme No inspiration stirs his hand A work of art takes so much time He needs the stars or ocean sand A work of art this will not be Just like so many more before The fire is what this one will see Rejected lines strewn on the floor He could write of life and ocean dreams Or the drowning girl he saved one day But nothing comes to mind it seems So often times his words will stray For many years when late at night He'd turn and there she was to see She'd put her hand on his to write When he thought there was no poem to be Sometimes she unexpected comes This vision borne on air so sweet She strokes his brow and often hums And beside him takes a seat Her presence like a warm embrace She finds the words he struggles for She's dressed in satin sewn with lace He has seen her many times before To waist her auburn hair has grown And clothes the curves of womanhood She only comes when he's alone And how he wishes that she would But this morning she is nowhere found This Muse that drives him so to write No hum he hears, there is no sound She always leaves with coming light But this morn she didn't come at all And left he was to struggle on Perhaps the next time she will call When it is late and he's alone So the poem he hoped to be his best In fireplace goes until again Another morn she ventures by This Muse he's come to call a friend |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
What a tease your muse is...coming in the early hours and leaving you...but isnt that the way of the muse? never say never |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MichaelA~ There is such a personal feel to this piece - I believe it has to be true. If so - you are blessed with the musing spirit of one who loves you dearly. 'For many years when late at night He'd turn and there she was to see She'd put her hand on his to write When he thought there was no poem to be Sometimes she unexpected comes This vision borne on air so sweet She strokes his brow and often hums And beside him takes a seat Her presence like a warm embrace She finds the words he struggles for She's dressed in satin sewn with lace He has seen her many times before To waist her auburn hair has grown And clothes the curves of womanhood She only comes when he's alone And how he wishes that she would If not - I don't believe you !  There is a quiet magic in your pen. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
You know I love this one, Michael... ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
this is no poem for anybody's fireplace... this poem has FIRE WITHIN!! yes, the Muse is illusive and your words here amplify her tease .... all writers can identify with this one .... it is probably one of the best pieces i've ever read on the subject... thank you for sharing this |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Lets share this around again... Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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Alle'cram Senior Member
since 2000-02-28
Posts 1816Texas |
This is a great! I would have sworn she was right there beside ya. |
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Salooma Senior Member
since 2000-01-28
Posts 781 |
wonderful poem...seems the thought of your muse, has helped you create a grand piece of art. hope to read more. salooma |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
I want to thank you all for your very generous and kind words. You make a person feel most welcome here at Passions. Michael |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Auguste.. I agree with all of the above, and would add that your muse seems to have helped you without your realizing!! This is a grand poem!!! I have but one goal in life......... To make you smile! ~~ Sunny ~~ |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
Sunny, I failed to mention it before...I want to thank you for visiting my site. I hope you enjoy your stay whenever you're there and also, thanks much for your very kind words, my friend.  )Michael |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Michael this is as fine a poem as I have ever read here on the subject of the muse. Wonderful read all the way through.... metaphorical beauty on display...great write with excellent content!! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
oh my...this is splendid |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
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