Hi all,
Here is my poem for O.S.I. The theme this week is muse.
Laying on his window he prayed
He heard her voice like a canary sing
And the light danced through her hair
Her sun kissed dress flying in the wind
Inspired by her shadow he raced
To view her beauty up close
At last she had parted through the clouds
A muse elusive from his human touch
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A wonderful write of romantic wistfulness here, W.G. :)
I think the muse will return.
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Love great imagery here.
A yearning quality that is hard
to resist as is our Muse.
Diaphanous, this poem! Beautiful.
I'm wondering why he's lying on his window praying...
Journey with My Muse
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