Honey Muse
Vision Board Poems: Creativity
I hear my muse giggle from a cloud in the sky
she catches my eye with her sparkle as she swings from the sunrise.
Her lips brush my skin as she leans down from up high,
I smell the ghost of her passion amidst mine's demise.
Her hope tastes like frozen honey in the heat of July: sweet relief, pure, and constant, with no added lies.
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By Adam Diehl3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (12)
Fabulous!
What a pretty poem! Loved this!
Lovely!
Oh wow. That's beautiful. Well done.
Hard to pick which line I like best, the whole poem is just sublime. Love it<3
What a muse you have. Most people do not take the time to get to know their muse. Lovely poem !!!
Well-wrought! The muse gives freely, and takes nothing but the time we would have invested anyway. A welcome oasis from the workaday and the common fray...
So lovely, I like the mischievous muse!
Beautiful and so descriptive. I love it. :)
Your poem is so pure, the essence blew me away - I loved it all but especially these lines: I hear my muse giggle from a cloud in the sky she catches my eye with her sparkle as she swings from the sunrise.
"I smell the ghost of her passion amidst mine's demise." I especially loved that line. Such a beautiful poem!
Really love the vibe in this one.