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Dying embers the muse ignites itself with a flint here’s your path I have it mapped into unknown territory will you spring? Labriynth torch held high a treasure hunt into an alternate reality across the gateways illustrious muse guide the way holding the map. Written for dVerse Quadrille #175 -Mapping Out Our Poems. Thanks forContinue reading “Mapped”

Will I, Nill I?

Will I? Nil I? I am willing you leave no choice my muse with a blunt edge the stab wound is deep my brain is ship-wrecked in the maelstorm; you’re mute. Will I? Nil I? I am unwilling you leave no choice my muse with a sharp edge the paper-cuts are razor thin my brainContinue reading “Will I, Nill I?”

Four Walls In A Room

Four walls in a room a writer lives there permanently; her steps take her to places and spaces. Her restless heart wanders like a banshee the mountain trail beckons to the valleys and meadows. Dancing on the edge of a cliff a nebulous love whispers the writer weeps however tethered to her desk; chained yetContinue reading “Four Walls In A Room”