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When the muse calls. (Free verse) by darby pyn A gilded flash of inspiration stirs the blood from itâs congealed
state and loosens the
rivets from my mask to let the light in and bleeding to start. the
dialog of
my surroundings loose shape. language is no longer noise but music. the
catharsis
needs resolve. all obstacles dissolve and all inhibition disappear when
this apparition
appears. I will be selfish. starving for substance. focused to the point
of
blindness when my eyes are shells and my fingers have sight. this state
of devotion is demanded when the muse calls.
Up the ladder:
To be alive
Down the ladder:
Faces
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Posted: June 15, 2005 8:04 AM PDT; Last modified: June 16, 2005 11:14 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.7913947 Overall Rank: 11248 Comments:
Not a poem, but some good thoughts that could be made into a poem.
Thank you dovina for your insight.
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A pity, as the poem has elegance. I would reconsider the last line. Mainly because of >>demanded<<
the original line was " necessary". I have problems with
it also. thank you for your input. 170 view(s)
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inanitions means exhaustion, as from lack of nourishment or vitality. This would make the next line about starving flow.
to my ear. I appreciate the spell check.
thanks again.