Brigit
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Brigit
Dearest Muse, my Inspiration, Gone, are you, from my imagination. Fled my arm's open embrace spit your venom upon my face left in a frothy wake of Fury and Grace I, the Abandoned the Assaulted, the crazed cry out for your return immediately, undelayed But your Spirit heeds no warning ignores my every plea, I live in the Agony of your Scorning Can we not reconcile? Undefined by our differences (You're ethereal presence, my mundane existence) Yet, the same are we in Joy created by the Pen the Paper, and the worlds we write in Alas, I have run out of your Elixir.. Dearest Muse.. Until we meet again, E. |
Submitted on 2018-01-24 13:20:34 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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| Beautiful! As we have chatted about before, writing about writer's block sometimes cures writer's block. This piece seems dark...as if without the inspiration to write could cause the end of worlds. I guess, in a way, not being able to create can end worlds...the worlds that might have been conjured with pen & paper. I liked the soft rhyming - or what I would call soft rhyming (not every verse). The words chosen are spot on, taking me to a place where written words and imagination can go... Take a look at my poem "The Muse"...while not similar to your piece, it does talk to writer's block (but in a different way). Kelly | Posted on 2018-02-05 00:00:00 | by krs3332003 | [ Reply to This ] | |
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