This is sort of popped into my head while i was rereading an old post.. First draft so please be kind..
My muse is out 2
He stepped out of the closet
Straight into my head,
A swirl of pink and violet
While others looked on,
a mix of confusion and dread
He flits in and out, between my ears
Prancing about most outlandishly
He knows every hope, every wish, every fear
And when I struggle to make sense
He helps me out, by arming me
With a word here and an image there
He knows that he's indispensible—
A lance-bearer from yesteryear
And if my thoughts aren't all together
Still makes me seem knowledgable
I'm not like the others, he once told me
I told him it really was ok
It wasn't a catastrophe
And when I'm lost for poetry,
I'm quite glad my muse is gay
The original's here
http://zephkeyes.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2006-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-08%3A00&updated-max=2007-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-08%3A00&max-results=48 in case you interested..
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This is my favorite part:
I'm not like the others, he once told me
I told him it really was ok
It wasn't a catastrophe
because I think all of us struggle with the longing to be like everyone else syndrome until we finally mature.
writerwoman, thank you so much for taking the time to comment
hi Zeph,
I'm new down here but I loved what I read! Your blog is fabulous. The posts are fun to read and enjoyable too. Count me in as a regular reader, now onwards!
Nice poem! Keep writing....
I liked it! Seriously, this is good!
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