Sometimes I hear a voice,
brought by the wind.
It is old and remote
and whispers an eerie song:
“My Muse is long gone;
taken by another hand.
Since then, I wrote several words,
but when my eyes drop to the paper sheet,
all I see are shadows dissipating,
vanished in veil of the dark night”
My spirit shivers,
when I hear them.
My weary hand pauses,
and I abandon my pencil…
The song was indeed old,
and I am young yet,
but I can still discern,
my own voice and verses.
Author notes
perhaps it needs some finishing touches...but well, perhaps not
Kiss from a Poet - Kitesen
The Home Coming - Ostara.
Written August 8th, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- Lost in darkness by Just Myself.
300 points, ended January 5, 2006, 14 entries
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Awesome piece you have written here and I love how you set up your work...
Great metaphors
Thank you for sharing such a meaningful write...
Best wishes to you in the contest~
DIJTB
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Great write. It really made me wonder.. Really liked the lines of the 'song', they're amazingly well written! Thanks so much for entering, and good luck!
Ostara
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Legs ? Where ? oooooooooowwwww
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I thought I commented on this.I like this because of the quotes thy are nice and well put toggether.Legs?haha
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deep...very deep.lol nice job Joao, but no u dont get to see my legs...lol
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