I love all the sensory images in this and I especially love that it provokes me to write. Namaste
The muse
slides behind
the breath
the sigh
the parting glance
perchance,
that I might
reach forward
spill its contents
within my hand
and ponder
its edges
its contents
straight lines
and essence
I want to breathe it all in.
I want to touch
the moon
the air
the sweltering heat
of an July afternoon
I want to taste
the sky
your dreams
the silken strands
of cotton candy
I want to hear
the sun set
the shriek of gulls
and settle in the sounds
of your familiar laugh
for I cannot help
be amused
intoxicated
and similarly
confused
by the muse
and all its contents.
(c) Sumyanna 2016
Written for The Daily Post Prompt: Muse
August 4, 2016 at 9:18 am
Wonderful – namaste 💕
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August 4, 2016 at 5:24 pm
Namaste
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August 4, 2016 at 6:17 pm
☀️😎
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