and do you think I could see her,
feel her
smell her?
do you think I could find her
flower-eyed
softness,
her flowing pelt,
her intrepid glee…?
I heard her purring,
permeating,
beneath me
I am sure,
within my own blossoming pages…
still….
was she even there
or
was she just a wisp
a climbing, fleeting moment
of undue grace… ?
meant to be
absorbed
dissolved
tasted
but
never
written
down
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.
Scripting the desires that are soul deep
The Poetry Monarch.
I write things you may like
Texas Outlaw Poet
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
Once lost
Silver Poetry 
Oh, that elusive Muse! But–you were paying attention!
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I wish to pay more attention… it is a goal, to allow the flow but to experience it wholly….
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lovely, really. my favorite line: was she even there or was she just a wisp. very well done.
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Thankyou Domica xx I like that line too
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nicely done working with the muse. it’s a take that I’ve yet to write…:)
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🙂 yes its interesting the transient nature of things… memory being so subjective as to make you wonder about the reality…
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Beautifully written
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Thankyou, it spilled out 🙂
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I love the style and the format 🙂
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thankyou, I appreciate your comment
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One Muse can vanish without a trace leaving us with only the slightest of memories…beautiful painting and words.
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thanks, its true… one moment you are full of them / it and the next …….
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love the image.. wonderful 🙂
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Thanks!
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art & words are just beautiful
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Thankyou
it nearly didn’t make it to the mage it was so wisppppy
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Clearly she was there, because she left exquisite little word-shaped footprints on your blog.
I suspect my wispy thing has packed up and moved to Australia as well. Maybe you’ve seen her?
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do you think we have the same visitation? she is definitely flighty and has her own personal space/time regulator…..
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