My muse vacationed here incognito
fearing recognition's fierce reprise.
Prevailing over duped mindsets galore
it slept for days on end, in stages.
What it wanted most of all was refreshment.
This it thought this place would deliver.
Seeing its ageless solemn stoic appearance.
So, in relaxed fashion it cornered itself.
Huddled in for the length of the nights;
it rarely if ever showed its face anywhere.
Reviving itself and doing its self-awareness.
Themes of its past haunting it with memories.
At last the retreat ended, and it leapt up;
anxious to wrap itself into another page.
But alas the book was closed and locked,
it had taken too long, the clock now stopped.
In a list
A contest entry
- Photo Inspired Contest - My Muse Slept Here by shepherd23.
300 points, ended July 21, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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I like the ideas in this, and what you've done with the prompt. It feels a bit too wordy in places, too many adjectives that don't really convey the point, but overall I enjoyed reading it. Well penned.
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a good poem penned - ah yes, we must strike while the iron is hot and such or it could be too late when we finally move.
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Right on, Ian, you're so right on and dead on targetlol thanks lol
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