Beautiful Scars Poet Tristich

-afflatus-

to lose a muse is none but sorrow,
no fuse can chase away the fear-
words shall appear and be near tomorrow

my inspiration is my revelation,
creativity with epiphanies of light-
found insight in a flight of meditation

divinity in security and laughter in purity,
freedom to choose what i wish to say-
the yellows and blues abay obscurity

incitement and excitement in each metaphor,
syllables that cope with hope and brilliance-
resilience towards hindrance i adore

my muse stimulated, sometimes complicated-
no quill can erase what i long to express-
for God does bless what talents he has created

i shall sing lyrics to my soul for all time,
as the ring mimics my life of loss and love-
for the lithe of blithe shall be sought in my rhyme


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2.18.20
I chose - 'AFFLATUS'
Sponsor - Edward Ibeh

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John Watt March 13, 2020 at 8:44 PM Lu Loo, your muse was in fine fettle for this write. Your love of internal rhymes so evident, and so enjoyable to read. the care you put into your craft is splashed across this gorgeous write. A fav for me, and hearty congrats on your premiere win! ~ John

Edward Ibeh March 13, 2020 at 7:03 PM Loved this, and I wholeheartedly agree with Frank. A most interesting take on the creative process, Luloo:-) Congratulations of your win in my premiere contest!

Frank Sheehan February 18, 2020 at 9:03 PM Great piece. Fantastic take on the creative process. Enjoyed immensely.