Here lives your muse

I know it lives around here somewhere

Here lives your muse

 

It lies within an envelope of pure unspoiled silk

Ever at the ready if the need it does arise

Patterned after lily pads a’ float a’ top the pond

Clearer than the sun prepares the early morning skies

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Into my life it follows me as if I weren't alone

Calling to the memories that rest inside my mind

Posing lengthy questions with an answer never found

Standing in the doorway as if waiting there to find

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This will be the spirit that does guide me to my post

Invisible to every eye except these on my face

Tossing thoughts into the wind to see where they may land

Humorous in attitude but serious in pace

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Cunning as a shifty fox that roams the forest green

Playing in the fallen leaves we've piled near the path

Slippery as lilac soap that scents the afterlife

Laying in the bottom of the hard ceramic bath

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A knock upon the gate does find an open metal latch

Hinges caked and rusty to the point that they are loose

Frosting on the layers of the pickets painted white

A tiny sign with lettering that reads “Here Lives Your Muse”

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"This will be the spirit that does guide me to my post

Invisible to every eye except these on my face

Tossing thoughts into the wind to see where they may land

Humorous in attitude but serious in pace."
Here lives the poet of great talent and green pastures of love where birds sing the beauty of his words...:)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my good friend. I value your comments and always appreciate you.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...Any time....:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

at the end of that walkway and turn right...and turn write...there she is.

cool piece...you are consistently good, my friend.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend.

[Frieda P]

I love this Jack....each and every last word of it.

'Humorous in attitude but serious in pace'

Don't we know it, this speaks volumes to me, you've really nailed the feeling here.

Frosting and then some....perfection!

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Frieda. You never know where that muse might be living.

[Frieda P]

Ha so true, sometimes mine dwells in the basement for much too long...my pleasure always.

[Holly Mason]

well good then
now I can serve the papers...*)
I am still at a loss for the Muse but I am starting to understand
it is what sparks us...
you have penned this wonderfully
thank you and good morning fine sir

[Jack...]

Good morning to you too Holly. It is always a nice surprise to hear from you each day. Thank you for your kind words my friend.