she slips through grasping fingers
with blatant disregard for
determination;
a spirit whose voice
cascades in gentle rhythm
and with intrinsic thought.
why does she flutter so carelessly away?
she's elusive, my muse,
with only selfish desires
for gratification and praise.
Author notes
Damn muse always running away...What more does she want from me?
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- Picture Insipired, 10 Lines or Less/ 16 entries by mysticstorm.
600 points, ended November 26, 2007, 14 entries
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Comments
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incredible! such strength and conviction to this voice! assertive, expressive, and powerful!
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that was awsome hi 5
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Wonderful..Love this..All the best!
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LOL, I love it! Mine keeps running ramped or goes on vacation without notice. Very nicely done. Excellent take on the picture.
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