In the cooler corners of my crooked little room
There gleams an iridescence that defies the chilly gloom,
The pale enchantment of an eye that never shuts in sleep
Or wavers in its glowing gaze, whose watch is wont to keep
A careful, mystic, present love that guards me from all harm
And teaches me her secrets when I curl beneath her arm
So I can rest in confidence with this companion, whose
Great beauty is to fill my soul, for that she is
Thank you, Beautiful! *You* are a lovely muse to me, too.
Your muse is much nicer than mine, who juggles chainsaws, puffs cigar smoke in my face and in general refuses to cooperate. Can we trade?
I wasn’t necessarily writing about my own here, not entirely. She can be quite obstreperous, too. And hey, the very colorful character of yours seems promising as a topic as-is, no?
Well, yes. 🙂
Thus can she be ‘hoist with her owne petar”. ‘Nuff said. 😉
Solitude my best pal in your silence solace I find you inspire never demanding anything in return I wait reverently patiently like an expecting lover you will always be there for me this little corner we share is the rock of my life and I’ll be ever strong and steadfast I don’t run away I’ m no coward here I step back but for just a while and shall wear a smile when I walk out to do what my heart bids and in fullness I know life should not be regret I am a man just an ordinary man but one who shies away never I owe myself the duty to be myself my dreams to fulfil to be truly free what kind of man is he who is afraid to be himself?
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Lovely, Peter! Thank you for sharing!!! Fulfill those dreams! 🙂
I like it!
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Your muse is much more present than mine is Kathryn. Mine regularly goes walkabout without caring a jot for me! 😄 xx
Trust me, this snapshot was captured on her coffee break. Mine gets into plenty of jams, too. 😉
Beautiful muse, beautiful You! ♥
You remain one of my lovely muses as well, dear Lauren! 😀