Your desire blossoms and spills onto this page, William, so things are not that dire.
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on August 4, 2004
William, desire will come again and the birds will sing endlessly inside your heart until you release with song and your pen the journey they are taking you on. Tomorrow when you awake a face of beauty will appear before you for translation into words. Bill Murray
Put on your bathing suit and go for a swim,
Maybe then your muse will work and give you a win,
The cool water on your body, will also keep you thin,
What can it hurt, maybe a shark you will meet,
That will give you start, getting those creative juices flowing again...
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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We all have our moments...
Sometimes the more we seek
the less we find, so let it
happen when it does.
Very insightful write :)
Warm hugs
Elga
This one hit home like a rocket!!
Love Tinka
very ingithful poem!
Maybe then your muse will work and give you a win,
The cool water on your body, will also keep you thin,
What can it hurt, maybe a shark you will meet,
That will give you start, getting those creative juices flowing again...
Peace, Ed & Rufuz