In my quiet place
I find your voice.
You call out to me
and lift my hand.
Through my moving hand
You spew forth words
The likes of which are
Normally unknown to me.
Sweet Euterupe, Your songs
Sing with in me.
You have sung to many
And honor me now.
What you know not
Is how you wound
With your unpredictable departure and
Throughout absence I bleed.
But your healing songs
Do return in time.
And when they do I
Write it all again.
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
Any comments welcome - from worst to best.
Comments
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It's amazing the power of the pen... the power behind the feelings and words! Often times, the words just pour and other times they don't... when it's felt you know the inspirational spirit is there.
You've written a beautiful poem -- I enjoyed the read from start to finish. Thank you so much for entering it, it was my pleasure to read and review your work.
Best of luck to you,
Florida Sunshine
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