muse
I drift on winds of half-formed
dreams, roaming wild
without reply, until I
feel your gentle tug:
your pen, my oracle,
whispering
from my fingers,
and in your faintest sigh
you capture
life’s small miracles.
In each stroke,
I find my way home.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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much enjoyed
Thanks my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
always most welcome
A visit with a muse a special occasion while a walk with one comes vary rarely and is something to celebrate. Nice Cryptic
An excellent distinction, Soren. Thanks for bringing it out into the open. Most appreciated. 🙏🏻🕊️
Always a pleasure when reading a poem of a great poet it is like walking with a muse.
A musing write A - maybe amusing too?!
A mew sing, singing a mew song 🎶🎵🎼🔊🎙️
Good write
Thanks, dear Friendship 🙏🏻🕊️
Hi arqios,
love the idea of drifting through half formed dreams until the pen gives that little tug and shows the way.
Beautifully written - Syd 🍄
Yes! That how it sometimes happens. Thank you for stating that so beautifully. You are much appreciated, Syd🙏🏻🕊️
It's nice when the Muse is always by you.
Not so when your ready to write and she's no where to be seen. Stopping out all hours. Probably with other Muses playing Bingo or Twister while fellow Poets sit Idlely by waiting to begin. Think I'll have a lie down now after that. Came over all unnecessary. Good Write by the way.
Quite fickle that Muse can be. Both extremes of ecstasy and agony in a dizzy swinging whiplash.
like the way you described it..!
Writing our words can do that for us Rik.
Andy
Many thanks, dear Andy 🙏🏻🕊️
Charming.
Most appreciated, and thanks for the Fave, as well🙏🏻🕊️
arqios, what a gorgeous piece. The relationship between creator and inspiration feels intimate and almost sacred…each one leading the other toward something neither could reach alone. Excellent work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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