Open Poetry #35 |
Mnemosyne's Gifts |
timothysangel1973
since 2001-12-03
Posts 1725Never close enough |
Mnemosyne - A friend I didn't know I had Yet without her my slate would be wiped clean each hour, or minute Amnesiacs must not know Mnemosyne But, even if they did would they remember? If pain is my step then Mnemosyne must be the ladder on which I stand Her nine daughters willing to give me a hand Each with a purpose yet, still I feel so empty void of reasonable words, or meaningful thought The Muses - they are called The Gifts that Mnemosyne brought I may hate myself in the morning - but I'm gonna love you tonight -Lee Ann Womack |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
You have just honored her, the Mother of Muses, dear Tima! She wants you to surrender to her ... ... this is a beautiful reminder to open up to the flow of inspiration... without any doubts. You see the results when you do! Love, Margherita |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
beautiful write keep on climbing m'friend |
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