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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Feminine, glowing, and naked for all to see She is on my mind, the unnatural beauty One might say bizarre, freakish, and pink! Thoughts of her will come and go Centering herself in a dreamscape A faux, man-made manifestation, or goddess who will preside over artistic disciplines Does she think of me while I dream, if so, does she know me and what will become of me, for heaven’s sake Suggesting lyrical words of inspiration As I amble through the valley, many times, I have crossed her path Restless visions, my meditation weakens Last minute poems are shed, I retreat I breathe deep, venture again, but must flee A battle for words, it shouldn’t be this way I stray about lost in a fog of notions Searching for something to write about Racking my brains, seeking, sneaking Recalling a postcard from the past A picture of a beautiful visage so to speak Painted on a bridge made of stone I’m stricken by my muse, her essence Muses are gifts one nurtures and cherishes Why, if I just make her my own Feminine, glowing, naked for all to see I’m sure she won’t mind consoling me I wait under the pass, and listen to the silence For a sign, a chirp, a soulful sound from a bird, A lady I saw once on a granite arch She came to me in a dream one night Her painted body pink, her hair raven An oak tree is present, twisted branches straddled between her legs, there she sat, as though part of the genus specie tree I saw myself trekking towards her, Why she beckons me, I cannot discern The pink lady starts to cry then she sighs, She whispers something softly in my mind Tells me all her long-held secrets, grim and bright A gift for me she muses—you will recognize in time
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