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The Muse Speaks
In the Echoes of Night
When Shadows are Silent sentinels
And Whispers Sing in Ethereal Light.
The Muse Stares
In the Glimmers of day,
His Gaze entirely Focused
On what I might Say.
The Muse Watches,
Waiting in the Breathless Rush
Of Inspiration Dancing
Amid the Ebon Hush.
When the Muse Sleeps,
His Dreams Filling the void
Grasping at my thoughts
That are Ever Employed.
When The Muse is Telling,
All His Secrets Unfold
In the Lavender Twilight
And the Bright Morningโs Gold.
The Muse sits beside me
Waiting for me to respond,
His Endless Enchantment
An Unbreakable Bond!
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer and model. Thank you~
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He does well for you, that muse. ๐
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Yes, He Does ๐ tee hee
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Haha
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So much goes on in each human being, you did a good job of expressing it here, Joanne.
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Thank you Jet ๐ I was actually being more literal LOL but Im glad it comes across NOT crazy LOL ๐
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My muse dances and plays hookey! I think my muse ate all my chocolate! ๐ Have a great weekend!!
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LOL sounds like a fun Muse! ๐
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Could be why I write so much kids lit. ๐
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Delightful; I often think about the Muse, and I’ve never figured out who she/he is, perhaps it’s our deeper self (only if the Muse is not a naughty Muse, though!).
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LOL yes that is true, although one dare not attempt to tame the Muse, or he might go Silent and that would be horrible! So glad you enjoyed it ๐
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Wonderful! I especially like “the breathless rush of inspiration dancing”.
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๐ It usually is when ‘he’ speaks. Often, it’s all I can do to keep up! ๐
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I understand! Be blessed.
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Love this one, Morgan! โค and by the way, I have dedicated a poem to you ๐ You can read it here: https://talesfromthefairies.wordpress.com/2016/10/01/the-changeling/
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Thank You Trini ๐ And OH MY! I am so excited to read it…Im shooting over straightaway ๐ ๐ ๐
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What a delightful ode to your muse. I was surprised when you used “he”. For some reason I have always thought of my muse as female. I call her Dear One and is who I address in my journal every morning. She can be a spitfire sometimes, cranky sometimes, pouting sometimes, but she is always there. Yes, an “Unbreakable Bond”.
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Yes he is definitely a HE, although he sometimes sings so sweetly, one might wonder. I am so glad you enjoyed this ๐ I was inspired by a post by Diana on Myths of the Mirror blog about her muse and a day or so later, my own spoke loud and clear ๐
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Wonderful. I love that our muses are all so different, and I can see exactly how your writing is influenced by your muse. Very romantic and mysterious and mystical. โค
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It is rather amazing, like they are really. Or maybe they are…in spirit ๐ who’s to say….
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I think they are real, Cynthia. Once created they exist and take on a life of their own with an impact on the world. Who can prove otherwise? ๐
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