Monday, January 10, 2022

muse

you were once my muse
I wrote love poems
collecting them in journals
your brown eyes enchanted
me to words across pages
 
in time your magic faded and
I have found new daydreams
still once a blue moon
my mind drifts back to you



7 comments:

  1. A very strong, palpable sadness here, personified by that blue of the once in the blue moon, as well as the meaning....v well done...

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  2. Awwww.... Poignant....

    Take care,
    David [ben Alexander]
    http://skepticskaddish.com/

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  3. brown eyes...blue moon
    LOVE something about that combo.

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  4. You can't quite shake your first muse...

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  5. Some muses linger as ghosts, long after their spells dissipate.

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