His Muse

I need to publish something. Note, this is babble.

With the mind glistening.

My muse gone! My passion,

withheld from my soul. I can say

I’d rather see the sun dance, and call

his name then write of the feelings he creates.

What words can I say that matters?

How can I whoa, when I need the solitude.

I would rather love him then than another man.

He stimulates my mind, and the snow on my window seal

reminds me of then love was the sickness, and

hate was the cure.

 

 

 

Reviews

[MandaBear]

Keep up the awesome work! :)

[EileenMarie]

I love this! I can relate to this so easily....... Nice write!

[Moonflower]

"call his name, then write of the feelings he creates.." This line really stuck out for me, just lovely dear.

[Wolfhilde]

very nice

[J.J. Felton]

Wow. This is pretty good! The imagery is amazing! Keep up the awesome work! :)

[sarah]

Excellent work!

[AK]

Beautiful poem! I loved the message behind it! Well penned and good use of punctuation:)

[Margaret Marie Hubbard]

I appreciate the message you created, even through babble. ;) Great writing.

[trainwreck]

This is a very good babble, if I may say so.