Three Faces.
If the place which I write from is seen as real
it seems the verse and myself are two
sides of three faces.
Each word has its meaning and is part of a tale
which might well be translated as
me signing my name.
Yet from my inside I catch first breath of Muse
who since noting acceptance begins
her bid to relate.
Lipless the language that fills my blank canvas
as more semantics she whispers
before they escape.
Thus must I question what does that make me ?
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Fay Slimm. (
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I always I'm in for a treat when I click on to your work and this is exception - just great!
What to do with the blank page? Fill it with meaningful musings such as these. She is an elusive child this Muse, always too early or too late, or off playing in someone else's field. I guess the only answer is persistence. - Phil A.
It does not make you two faced as your canvases are full of your likeness, and therein lies beauty.
Very clever - your wording never ceases to amaze me - wonderfully penned💜
Perception does magic here. Verse is a face and self is a face. These two faces unite with place and three faces come in to existence. This is very humorous and metaphoric expression. Catching first breath of muse inside mesmerizes mind. Whispers we hear in this poem that tells many things. Amazing poem is shared here.
well writ and no mistake, so clear...
This one I cannot remember - - even the concept I find quite amusing......... clear it maybe but I dont think its me ............... especially one of the trio atop my page !!! ha ha.......... nite now...........x
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