A different kind of muse from Elizabeth. One that many writers and poets might relate to. Enjoy!
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A golden heart that beats within
A gently undulating flame
That shimmers, sending light
To every cell and atom of my being.
In quiet dusk I close my eyes
To hear its words of wisdom…
(Continue reading: I do not speak)
Thanks a million for the re-blog, Diana. Much appreciated.
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I’m delighted that you played along. Your poem added another unique muse to the mix. And a beautiful poem in its own right. ❤
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Compared to so many muses that are taskmasters, this guy/gal is a welcome change!
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Wasn’t this a good one? I think a lot of writers can relate to the more nebulous muse of inspiration that floats in the ether. Thanks for the visit and comment, Jacqui. 🙂
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I left my comment on the other blogsite. Nice poem by Elizabeth.
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Thanks so much for the visit, Anneli. 🙂 Have a lovely day.
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You too, Diana.
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