Sunday, January 23, 2011

Thinking of Muses

Nursing a muse
is like............
nursing a child
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She was born
in me,
like a living, breathing person;
and when she grew,
she stomped out
of the palace
i had laid
out for her,
brick by brick.
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6 comments:

  1. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallMonday, 24 January, 2011

    nursing a muse,
    what a smart metaphor.

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  2. Brother OllieMonday, 24 January, 2011

    Cool poem - a bit mysterious.

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  3. Kodjo DeynooTuesday, 25 January, 2011

    Yea I am still thinking who or what is it about
    that's credit to you for the mystrey

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  4. AnonymousTuesday, 25 January, 2011

    This is one of those times I missed the title until 4 or 5 reads... then I said.. oh... I see.

    I can set a mean snare if you need one. ..smiles..

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  5. VictoriaTuesday, 01 February, 2011

    I love this. no way to keep a muse captive if you feed her, indeed like a child.

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  6. madhumakhiWednesday, 02 February, 2011

    Thanks. I felt kinda bored with all the muses i dreamt up because i kept coming to dead ends; i wanted to keep them safe.

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