Awash in dew
fine mist rising
Polished slicks
flowing gutters
Spilled lies gather
toss them asunder
Truth endures
anxious to soar
Silence refused
the muse calls
There’s no escape
nor a need
But for a place
. . . to dream
c.b. 2011
Awash in dew
fine mist rising
Polished slicks
flowing gutters
Spilled lies gather
toss them asunder
Truth endures
anxious to soar
Silence refused
the muse calls
There’s no escape
nor a need
But for a place
. . . to dream
c.b. 2011
Awesome lines. 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂 Glad you liked it.
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ah, yes!
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Beautiful, this gave me so many wonderful images! 🙂
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Thanks! There’s nothing a like rainy morning in London for a little inspiration. 🙂
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have you started school yet? because if it interferes with your poetry writing, you’ll just have to quit! and of course i mean school!! 😉
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Lol! That darn day job.
My students are back, but there is plenty of time to write. 🙂 If anything, they are an endless source on inspiration. 😀
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vivid & lovely
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Thanks! 🙂 I hope it inspires . . .
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Have you been paying your Muse overtime? Or is it just because I’m three weeks behind in reading? Amazing stuff is coming out.
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Thanks! 🙂
My muse has been quite chatty lately.
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