Good morning
Rings in my ear
Like a church bell
I wrestle with my heart
A poem aching to sing
Though it coils from my reach
If I abandon
The barefoot muse
Walking on my floor
Would she return
With open arms
Breathing her light
I pause in silence
In the moment
Waiting, hoping
Written for O.S.I.
7 comments:
...And in that silence she sneaks in!
Lovely poem.
Beautiful, W.G. Here is hoping that muse walks your poet's way. I am pulling hard for that.
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breathtaking: simple, absorbing and dramatic
much love...
Very effective. Do or die. (Or as Yoda says: "Do or do not; there is no try.")
Do.
Very beautiful !!!
So endearing. Loved it!
dont worry, she will. maybe just having a break :-)
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