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Where has my muse gone?
Was it lost somewhere along the trail
of broken toys and dreams?
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Inside a golden day
Look at the children play
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The lights above glow quite unlike another,
all around constricting the starlight smoother
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Alone she sits and waits.................
Lights on nobody home
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Delirious dancing of muses
breaks the celestial silence;
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oh, poem.
do you have nothing
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by Atrus
28 lines, 4 comments,
on Jan 22 12:59 PM 2008. In Muse
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ask for you in most firm, grateful prayer
in noble way of writing,
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No time to stop.
Just Floating my way Home.
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let’s ride to the moon and back
take my hand and let’s go away
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Glistening summer seashores
Vibrant summer days
by littlejen
22 lines,
on Oct 7 8:36 PM 2007. In summer, season, child, children, picture, muse, society, spring, life, simple, time
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by Akimbo
23 lines, 5 comments,
on Aug 24 1:28 PM 2007. In Muse
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pen poised
pressed to the page
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'Neath smooth and arching brows of ebony:
Her eyes - palantírs! - deep and dark as night,
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Love turns to addiction and all trust is blind
When masked angels come to take over your mind
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In my ears a fleeting whisper
Spinning tales of stars and dust
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Butterfly wings of silvery mist
Waiting to take me to mystical lands,
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I know I have been gone for all too long a time, but let me please explain...
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Inspiration / Of thoughts / Of feelings / Of desires / Creative being / Fulfilling fantasies / My guiding light / Joyce Le Lievre / (sunny
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----------------------------------- / / / / Let those who are in favor of loving and leaving, come and go, / / I for one seek now to be loyal, to be still, to be free, / / That the revolution of my heart
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you scribble when you write and yeah you talk like that, too
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Leave me behind. Overboard.
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Self-worth though the Reclamation process ....
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Rays of sunshine Stealing away the dark in the room
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Many secrets can hide, in the sweep of a brush The click of a shutter, the warmth of a blush, A picture speaks silence, of thousands of w
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Solvent light diminishes metaphorical seconds, wiping them with a blur–a stroke–a motion,
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I rather spend time reading verses. Learning new ideas.
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This was written shortly after she began converswing with me again. Great to be immersed in the river again.
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