Poetry is a carnivore: All sharp teeth and claws And hot, foetid breath That pounces When I least expect it - I am not prepared For the surprise sneak attack Of a starving Muse She drags me into the bush - And yet, I go willingly If I survive the encounter What a story I'll have to tell!
Blimey... now there's a thought!! A spectacle I would like to witness, Karla! And report on!! Love this turn around and thwarting of our received ideas about the gentility of the Muse. Come to think of it... you are dead right! She arm wrestles me constantly, but I am sure as hell not going to give in to her over some things... WAY tooo provocative and "out there"!! LOL :)) Kate xx
I LOVE it! What a story you tell; delightful write! BRAVA!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
And yet, I go willingly
The true mark of a Grand Poetess - and I hope you continue to get dragged there!
Blessings,
Joseph
Love Tinka
Pic is perfect 4 this.
I love this Karla (c:)
Thanks!
Tracey
Peace and love, Carole
So true.
Elizabeth
This is a tremendous piece of work, girl.
Now I have to decide if this one is my favorite of
favorites of yours...I sure did enjoy it!
God Bless
Michelle!
Good to see you, glad your back on track,hope I will be soon;-)
en ami-Alrisha
Always Got Cutting Edge...
TRASK
The quintessential poetic metaphor ... brilliant my friend!!
Hugs and blessings,
Robert