August 21, 2015 / 6 comments Muse Muse You are my flame, Too close, I am burned Too far, I am chilled. You are my song, Sung in my bones Rattling my nerves. You are my heart, unbidden, unwelcome. Don’t come too close, Do not leave me. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
Misty Ridge Musings 
You are among the few that understand this sort of thing. As always, beautifully expressed.
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This means a lot coming from you, Ed.
Thank you!
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A beautiful poem, Nadia.
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Thank you so much, Susan.
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The rhythmic flow of the words carry the poetic ideas deeply into the heartlands.
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Just spent some time rereading this. Such insight should be carved in stone.
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