Musings on muses

Words moving more slowly

Washing dark spots off my soul


Deep pockets of consciousness

Aroused by that sprite

What ado if that muse be gone

How do I conjur this magic?

Remember the unconscious

Created the inspiration for the creation of art

The muse is not without

But within


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Where are the words?

My poems come from big emotions Not many big ones these days Too much going on in the world Big emotions cause big turbulence Peace is where I am dwelling


Tiny voices roaring into thunderous frenzy So many of them Everywhere This time will be different Tension surrounding her Had it made a change? Did it help the situation The sensations in her belly te

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