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Tag Archives: Muses
Prime Mover
rolling in the night endless roads mile after mile unforeseen road blocks conveying precious cargo darkness pulls to light of day Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.
Atmosphere
In the ether of Gibran, A dead princess – her pavane, By single flame of citron, Darkness past the darker lawn, Sixty-four degrees to dawn, Endless thoughts float on and on Through rare realms, I’ll see anon. Copyright © 2013 … Continue reading
Inspiration – An Acrostic
Indescribable Nascent Sparks Pass In Random Acts To Ignite Our Neurons Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.
Undercurrents
thoughts swim unexplored deep marvels remain unthawed below tip of berg Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Concentration, harnessing, ideas, Muses, Thoughts, Tip of the Iceberg, writing
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Beyond an Empty Page of White
Note: Sahm at Because We’re Poets has given us Monday Poetry Prompt #15: Triolet. Beyond an empty page of white, I wish I had a writing place To read and write and write my right Beyond an empty page of … Continue reading
Interruptions – A Nonet
In precious moments of perfection when words and thoughts enrapture me with no rest for the cursor in blinking and fingers in stretching, then comes an unbidden break: “Hey, we’re out of eggs.” Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Breaks, Eggs, Enrapture, Interruptions, Muses, Nonet, Unbidden, writing
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Idle Wonks
Note: Papi at Because We’re Poets gave us Poetry Prompt #8: to write free verse about idle hands. Typing away, Lefty’s got a-s-d-f While Right hovers over j-k-l-; Taking dictation for muses, but Not always my beloved wonks – Twirling … Continue reading