Oh Muse

oh-muse

Oh Muse
‘tis I, the one that cries
when a butterfly splatters
on the windshield as I drive
out of town to escape
vulnerability.
Your smile, a welcome companion
as the miles escalate along with
this longing burning like gasoline
fueling the heart with desire
as though it’s the driver
just waiting to turn
down your street of dreams
where you impatiently wait
for your fire
to be extinguished, sigh.
Oh muse, ‘tis I
the one who longs to place
in your eyes
a light as bright as
the one you promised to leave on
but I’m a little lost.
Did you say turn left or right?

10 Comments on “Oh Muse

  1. So sweet, so charming, so mutedly sorrowful, beautiful – a masterful poem like all your poems…. and I also cry for every little insect who get into trouble or die .. x

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      • Oh it is my pleasure, for sure. 😀 ❤ ::and I can say Likewise, to you. x

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      • PS. BTW..what a wonderful picture. Is that close to where you live??

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      • It is one state west of Colorado. In Utah. From 5 years ago, a trip. It is a national park called Bryce Canyon. A beautiful place. Almost never ending beauty.

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      • Fantastic. 🙂 I envy you the grand nature you have there. here, everything is tamed, like a park.. ❤

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      • Yes, there are beautiful places here, but still, not wild like where you are. x

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