Lavender Musings.
She is my muse,
in the wee dark hours
singing the blues,
in the broad daylight,
in the bright sunshine,
whether I’m down
or feeling fine.
She’s been with me
since the day I turned ten,
whispering in my ear
even back then,
sweet lilting phrases
oblique melodies,
songs of birds,
and songs of bees,
hearts full of joy
or searing pain,
tears for love
that won’t come again.
I have no control of
the things that she pens,
she’s a demanding mistress,
with exotic whims,
but without her
I’d be nothing at all,
just a want to be writer
staring at the wall.
Author notes
Contest prompt name your muse.
A contest entry
- A Contest for your Muse!!! -- by Florida Sunshine.
450 points, ended September 17, 2008, 34 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I loved it ~ the flow of this write ~ rolls beautifully off my lips. You've shown me a creative part of you. Clearly can see the talent you have.
Thanks for entering the contest, it was my pleasure to read and review your work.
Best of luck to you,
Florida Sunshine
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Very much the same feeling expressed here that I think I and a lot of other folks have felt. Well written with a hint of whimsy and good rhyme.
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