when in my undulating heartbeats I
see silence only
you bring songs of April newborn leaves
you are the dancing sun-lit dust
pretending to be stars
you are rain on parchment-skin
you are insanity and reason
but if from somewhere
stillborn thoughts sling silence on my path
you bring the fire-words to warm my voice
For Kerry at toads (55 words)
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Beautiful: “you are the dancing sun-lit dust/pretending to be stars”
“you are insanity and reason”
“you bring the fire-words to warm my voice”
Sounds like the perfect muse.
Why you old softie, Bjorn. This is beautiful! I’m kinda choked up here. For real.
A wonderful ode to the muse.. may she ever guide you on the true path of poesy!
I love this Bjorn- your muse is good to you.
Your closing stanza’s strong, but I’m loving the dust-as-stars image even more
My goodness this is exquisite! ❤️ I love; “you are rain on parchment-skin/you are insanity and reason.” 🙂
May she always bring, fire-words!!!
amen
very sensual just as nature is 🙂
A Muse to love! I bet she dresses in new clothes for each month, too.
Such a beautiful poem, Bjorn!
So beautiful… I wish I had a muse like yours. Mine just never lands close to the same spot.
Bjorn, this is my favourite poem of the day. So incredibly beautiful!
songs of April’s new born leaves.. beautiful!
You made him sound great, Bjorn. Were you buttering him up?
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“you are insanity and reason”
“you bring the fire-words to warm my voice”
How gloriously romantic!