All she wrote
were shapes in rock
Scribbles of time
which just don't stop
Lines in bark
& leaves which fall
In unseen forest
of one & all
Cliff tops piercing
cloud & sky
Growing wings
where stories fly
#Muse is you in
day or night
Where magic happens
when you write
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"Any ideas, Haskins?"
"No sir, I'm completely puzzled."
"Me too, wait here."
"Where are you going?"
"To feed Mr. Scratchy."
"Not the manky stray cat who's been hanging around outside, sir?"
"I feed him, when I need inspiration."
"Why?"
"Because he #muse at me."
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"Are you writing poetry again?"
"Sure am."
"You're wasting your time."
"Any time spent enjoying yourself is not wasted. Ask the Greeks."
"What have they got to do with it?"
"4 of the 9 muses dealt with different aspects of poetry."
"There wasn't a #muse for work?"
"No". #vss365
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In my hand a few drops
Holds the Moon
The point of a bird's feather inks, by a slight of hand
In an envelope sealed
My cursive heart
In a language begotten by love
Written into the belly of night's womb
It's not who wrote it
But for whom, the #muse, it's written
"What an honour." But it isn't, is it? To be his #muse is akin to torture. When he can't get the light quite right, it's my fault, when the colours don't blend it's because of my skin, hair, eyes. I laugh at the paintings, he always misses out the bruises, shows me whole.#vss365
We were each other’s #muse
My beloved friend
Writing poems with each other in mind
I would not even call myself a poet today
If you had never told me
I touched your heart
With my words
Now that you are there, among angels who sing
I know why you inspire me still 🥲❤️#vss365
With a sigh
Said the old priest
I lost my innocence
In stairways of brothels
Seeking for a #muse
Or
Did I?
Perhaps I lost it
To seductresses
To empty "I love you"s
I replied
Or the sky
Wants us unbaptized
Our innocence
Before the dawn
Dries up with the morning dews
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This is Flossie with Max, who is fast becoming her #muse. He will let her jump all over him, share his stick and show her his toys. He’s so much bigger than her, still a puppy, but very gentle. She happily stays with him.
The best thing is how he calms and cuddles her. #vss365
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An angel #muse
Lives on the bay
Floats by at night
Or on finest of days
She'll be
A-fleeting
But early morn
As orange glow starts
Feel soft rippling air
It's gentle my heart
She'll be
A-stealing
I stand beside the brook and #muse on the colour of water for an hour or so. The babbling sound and the roundness of the pebbles, which seem intentionally submerged, remind me of voices from long ago. I forget the words, so let the hand on my shoulder lead me away.
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My #muse
Gives me life
Brings me death
Deals with gloom
And shows me love
They give me words
They let me speak
Through a pen
And it’s ink
And yet none of this
Do they know
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