You’re here then
I’ve always been
I couldn’t tell
No words then
Not as good
Who says
Me I guess
No one you believe
Not the same though
As when – Embankment, river crossing
More Kings Cross, adjacent streets
Need your hand held
You let go
I moved on
I guess me too
You got it
See you soon
You will
….
I really like this.
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Thanks, Tara.
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Thanks so much for playing along, Eric. I guess your muse didn’t part for good (or at all). I hope you see her (him) soon. 🙂 I have your poem queued up for a reblog! Have a great weekend.
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My pleasure, Diana (and I really did enjoy writing this post) – all well with me and my muse – we have an understanding – I need to be patient and she’ll show up! You have a good weekend too.
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I am glad you took part in Diana’s muse challenge. Your take is different and so ‘you’
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It was fun to do – I like doing dialogue as poetry – as you say – its me – well maybe!
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Keep the mystery alive!
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Reblogged this on Myths of the Mirror and commented:
Meet Eric’s muse, shared in his unique poetic style. Enjoy!
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Thanks, Diana.
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Welcome! I’m so glad you contributed and shared a glimpse of your muse. 🙂
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Hey! Saw this over at Diana’s and absolutely love it! All too familiar! 😄 Rock on and Cheers! 💕
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Thank you! Cheers to you too.
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Hi Eric, your muse is a lovely teaser. I like her.
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Hi Balroop, I kind of like her too.
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