Listeners.
Moonstruck minds get ideas
when whispers,
untie linguistic phrases, free
mystic notions
of imagined dimensions and
plant potential
with ease, if between sleep
and wake lines
are rightly remembered for
Muse inclines
but listeners toward writing.
Poets like me at times hitch
a night ride
on some passing ideal where
inside screens
another reality exists hiding
behind norm ;
glowing in waiting alchemy
keen guides live
with word-wisdom to share
for open ears
so there is where I try to be.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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That just about sums up my muse and me. Scribblers in the early hours we be.
We certainly are just that dear Dusk - will be thinking of you when my Muse hits at me with her fanciful wordlings tonight.
'on some passing ideal where
behind screens
another reality exists hiding
behind norm ;
glowing in *poetic alchemy'..
and I for one, am all ears, dear Fay
a wonderful write,
loved the whole 'hitch a night ride' metaphor, as well;
and is today Calliope's day, cos Andy mentioned her as well?
but lets spare a thought, for those poor sisters, forgotten
in the shade of that shinning Calliope, 😞
lol
Strange but I knew your ears would be tickled by this subject today L.B. - glad you enjoyed the read and thank yous galore for your lovely comment on Listeners
even a double cocktail of Horlicks & nitrazepam plus a couple of herbal Nytol thrown in gets in the way of my muse when she wants to have her way .................................. 🙂 x
Snap for me too Nev - - she begs me listen even tho' mid is long past night..........x
Good write Fay.
Those words can come to us in the strangest of places and 3 o'clock in the morning seems to be the time that many words come to us. Perhaps that when Calliope is awake.
Good words Fay.
Andy
Strange but that seems the usual time for many writers when inspiration wakes them from sleep - appreciate your visit and comment ion Listeners dear friend.
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