Sleeping with the Muse,
my nights have grown short
Sleeping with the Muse,
all senses comport
Sleeping with the Muse,
words dance with delight
Sleeping with the Muse,
confronting my fright
Sleeping with the Muse,
her will tests again
Sleeping with the Muse,
not lover or friend
Sleeping with the Muse,
my dreams sacrificed
Sleeping with the Muse,
all rest put on ice
Sleeping with the Muse,
the whispers come clean
Sleeping with the Muse,
excuses demeaned
Sleeping with the Muse,
my spool is respun
Sleeping with the Muse,
divorced from the sun
Sleeping with the Muse,
in darkness I learn
Sleeping with the Muse,
my spirit confirmed
Sleeping with the Muse
till dawn’s freeing light
Sleeping with the Muse
—new verse to take flight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
It’s that incredible muse again!
• “Sleeping With The Muse”
‘not lover or friend’
[or foe]
Your dreams may be sacrificed...
but it’s all worth it because...
‘—new verse to take flight’
...and we are rewarded with superb poems that you pen so magnificently!
~Laura~
Thanks Laura, sometimes she feels like the enemy. Your comments
are very insightful and kind.
Kurt
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