Poetry Talk

New post from Sarah01

My muse- not mine

My muse- not mine 

The writer sips on tea too sweet

While a faint-running river hums

For a brief second, he stops dancing-

tangled in discomfort of not

yet being an artist

 

In the distant woods nearby

the sound you could never miss-

the fairy singing a song –

she could be he or he could be she

Or maybe they- my beloved fairy-

is the magic you never give justice

 

six or seven sonnets

you meld and tore the force of nature

shaped my saviour into sunshine-

switched songs to lies of steaming joy

 

But my angel was the main character

violent thunder with green-blue eyes

a beautiful bundle of hidden flaws-

 I wish you didn't see, I begged eternally

for the muse wasn't forever mine- 

without a goodbye- ~my~ no one's muse-

washed away in another seashore tide 

                                 -sarah 

 

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