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tretre
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lightness in the dark
"Don't just think it, Ink It!!!!"

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My Fickle Muse:

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life

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So often when bent on other chores,

he calls to me and sweetly sings,

in such profusion my hand aches,

to take down the thoughts he brings.

Why is it thus when time is short

And the need to speak is drawing near

He stays away for days and days

and puts me in a state of fear,

that he will never sing again,

Withholding all his golden verse

And leave me with some vile discord of

doggerel or something worse.

For here I sit with pen in hand

Poised, and avid for his voice

Suggesting high-flown cantos that 

might end up as my final choice.

The blank pages stares me in the face

And mocks my inability

To fathom out a single line

That could be stretched to poesy.

Is he Inspiring someone else?

I fear that he with wanton glee 

Will let them give the prizes to

Some lucky women that isn't me.

 

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Dashon says:

I really like this poem. It's different from the rest. You have a unique style when it comes to writing which I look for in poets. Really good poem. Thank you for sharing this one.

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