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A Poem by Betty Hermelee




Unparalleled, the muse breathes solely for my being

She is my shadow, sequestered in my imaginary bubble

None can gaze, nor touch

She blurs to strangers

Albeit to me, clear as a gold-framed mirror

She follows my tap dance feet, my swing arms

To places unknown

Heals my weaknesses

Avails my strength

As I am thin-boned, fragile

Sustains my ill-fated desires

Speaks to me in in tender tones

muse bubble shall burst

Upon my demise




© 2021 Betty Hermelee

Author's Note

Betty Hermelee
POSSESSION; Is it overly passionate or a disorder??
Thank you for reading

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Very nice poem, i read it like it was about falling to sinful desires.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

Betty Hermelee

2 Weeks Ago

Your interpretation is wonderful!!
Thanks for reading!!!

1 Week Ago

Thank you.
Hello, Betty! :)
This is lovely. I wish my muse were more like yours.
I suppose anything that is described as "overly" could be labeled a disorder..

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

Betty Hermelee

2 Weeks Ago

Thanks for your review. always appreciated,
Best, Betty
Our muses are each unique for sure.

My muses lives within my creativity inside my mind. Sometimes she is soft and flowy but most often mine screams at me in exclamations and is relentless. Oh and let’s not forget stubborn. Sometimes I have an idea of what I want to write and she’s like nope not today. Lol

Posted 3 Weeks Ago

Poetic Beauty

2 Weeks Ago

Take your time. I write almost everyday. I have probably over five poems started at the moment.
Betty Hermelee

2 Weeks Ago

WOW, that's great....I'm still plodding along, but I really appreciate you reviews!
Poetic Beauty

2 Weeks Ago

I made a vow to myself a few months ago to write everyday even if it’s only a sentence

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Added on April 21, 2021
Last Updated on April 21, 2021


Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC

My love of poetry resulted from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid.. more..