the kiss of the muse
and so inspiration comes
a slumbering thought
curdles long life in short time
pleasure, pain, faith, hope and love
sleep tight my muse
for in your dream world I go
colouring my sphere
whose fleeting tenure not break
wild realm of reality
encouragement felt
when muse is within reach
creativeness flows
but when muse is gone
everything seems to stop
my world’s without colour
no words, no adjectives, no verbs
no reason to fight
no reason to contemplate
no reason to love
For: Tale Weaver 32
ladyleemanila 
I love your description of your world without a muse! You have written a wonderful poem on the role your muse plays in your life: “the kiss of the muse/ and so inspiration comes.”
Thanks so much for participating in Tale Weavers. I always look forward to your contributions
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thanks, Phylor 🙂 happy to take part. Have a great week!
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I hope you have a good week too!
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This was lovely lady lee, our muses seem to have such personalities.
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thanks, Michael 🙂
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