a muse, me

Posted on February 27, 2019 by

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colossal in the awakening of my own un
-flat skin, husk
……………………-y voice of silence.

these schemes of vein and sinew sky sting
a phrase to page,
……………………a transferred why.

 

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Prompted by Poetic Asides. 

 

 

 

 

 

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4 Responses to a muse, me

  1. Shawna says:
    February 27, 2019 at 9:19 am

    “un-flat skin” … Wow. I love that. A girl with curves and flow.

    “Colossal” makes me think of Sylvia Plath.

    You are the #1 person in the world who makes me want to write.

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