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Auguste 
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea 
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This Muse by Michael 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 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 Oh he could write of ocean dreams 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 He'd thought a poem there wouldn't be Sometimes she unexpected comes This vision borne on air so sweet She strokes his brow and often hums And then 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's 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 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 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 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 Proust- |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
O I do declare, I saw a muse peeking out somewhere.... in this delightful read, enchanting and bright, why your muse is playing you just right! |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Michael--You write with such delicate beauty...perhaps your muse was there all along. |
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Passions Voice Member
since 2000-10-23
Posts 291Michigan |
I wish that my own muse could speak to me this way. Thank you. passion is life. . . ~Diana |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
"Sometimes she unexpected comes This vision borne on air so sweet She strokes his brow and often hums And then beside him takes a seat" What a wonderfully magical write Michael! Superb cadence and rhyme ... I do believe she was sitting softly beside you for this beautifully flowing piece!  Best wishes, /Kit |
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elizabeth anne Member
since 2001-03-29
Posts 83 |
Simply enchanting Michael... Elizabeth Anne |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
A most awesome write, Michael! I'd like to borrow your muse! Take care, Melissa~ |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I enjoy your words, muse or not...*S ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
Karilea, Thank you for liking this. I wrote it a year or so ago and yesterday when I couldn't think of anything to write it made me think of this poem. Martie, Your replies are always so supportive. Thank you. Passions Voice, I haven't seen a poem of yours yet. I'll be looking for them. Thanks for posting on one of my own. Kit, Yes, I do believe she sat in on this one. Thank you. Elizabeth Anne, We are going to have to stop meeting like this. :-) Thank you. Melissa, Thank you for enjoying my words. :-) Yes, you may borrow her if you'd like. Wynter, Thank you and by the way, I love your name. It's very pretty. :-) Proust- |
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