Not A Muse In Sight..

I look high,
I look low,
I look over my shoulder,
in the creases,
in the folds,

even in the tiny holes.

come out you blasphemous woman,
how dare you keep me so..
I am a crazy woman who talks in her sleep.

You haunt me, in my dreams,
in my writings, and my prose.
I hold you in my thoughts,
pinch you between my toes.

“through the state of wake,
in the middle between the eyes,
is where all the true inspiration lies.
just open your mind..”

she whispers to me,
“sweet sleep,
bard like, woman child.

croon and call,
hoot and hollar,
I will come hither,
and gift you with
scripture."

“once,
twice,
thrice,
say my name!”

Not A Muse In Sight..

GrymmSong

Glenwood, United States

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Artist's Description

For those of us who seem to be blind when our Muse is
closer than what we think..

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  • Lisa  Jewell
  • GrymmSong
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  • Damian
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