Black Poetry : My MUSE

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My muse
I hear your voice and deep in my brain it begins
All those words in the depth of my mind
Begin to perculate one at a time.
Its kind of like someone drops
A dime in my ear
And the words start to appear
One by one
One after the other
Two by Two
Three By three
What a clutter.
I jot down thoughts that are appealing
Ones that are sensual
All bought on by a small laugh
Or that sly lil smile in your pictures.
Even a tiny whisper.
Before I know it,
There are hundreds of poems being started
Rhymes bouncing off my brain.
I lay in the bed,
Fallen victim of
A writer's imagination.
Formulating stories and poetry
Like a chemist would in a lab with his potions
The words too are potent.
But then I say no to the words as I doze
Say I will remember them when morning comes
And then I am stuck on these "Prophetic"
One liners
And can't remember the rest.
So in the journal they wait
To be put with other words of fate.
Then you laugh during one of our conversations
it starts again.
All the contemplating
Vigourous thoughts and emotions.
The chatter of love, songs and feuds
All the letters doing dances of solitude,
But then they come together so **** strong
Forcing one to work with the other
With each stroke of my fingers.
Your every word is that important
Every breath is quite the same.
The letters are playing their own game.
And I am trying to keep up with you my muse
And trying not to be confused.
But when your gone
I wonder if
It will be like this
...
Dot Dot Dot
Copyright by Ann West 2002
 

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