Muse

In those last three days before
winter kicked in ..
We exchanged a grand total
of...

I dreamed I was old when I was a child,
The sun’s crimson hues died as moon was born,
To...

Return, my muse, my voice give back,
For night has yet to settle down.
As sundown dims to...

Velvet skin, eyes that mesmerize,
Glimmering oceans under summer blue skies,
Every glance a...

A pristine landscape,
Climbing sun-kissed peaks,
Traversing silken plains,
Running...

My peaceful ocean,
Vast expanse never-ending,
Heart forever yours.

Photo: A.I.

Ooh! Muse, my goddess
of science, poetry, music and arts
and many creative inspirations...

And as I ponder
on exactly what my next poem will look like?
I reflect on the very...

As black as my birdlover poet's pen ink upon ink
Coal black as every poet's ink, hue upon hue...

It was that last
verse
that killed him ..
As indeed,
all last verses
...

In all probability
it was one
of two Helens,
that first
pointed me in
...

The fire arose
So I burried the cons under the garden
Til my flowers arose
Crimson...

down by the river
that’s where you’ll find me
and then someday maybe
in the deep blue...

Pray, be still, for I have found it here
A place where sweet innocence reappears
Its sacred...

There I was...intoxicated by her touch
And as though that weren't enough
She had such......

She is
the ink
that encompasses
my 🖊 pen

She embraces
rain
as...