Poem -
Muse of madness.
I can't help but wonder
How many hearts
his love,
A poet love's strongest
In muse of madness and
he's intense
Intensified by my heart
For every word
unspoken
Wrapped against
My soul
Growing stronger,
I am no longer a muse
To him, he a muse
to me
unspoken words
To be seen,
what does this mean.
nardine Sanderson 30/11/2015.
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Nardine poem reminds me in its essence to a phrase I read in large red letters written on a wall.
"I will never be the woman of your life, I am mine"
The same thing happens with the muses and is quite normal that a muse herself modelled.
A hug, I love the composition, complex, but with many interpretations.
Great reverseĀ
I am no longer a muse
To him, he a muse
to me
Thank you VVLL and Mark pleased you both liked it
Vaga I love that statement, it's most powerful ā¤ much love to you both
Nardine xoxox