Contemplation

it's wrong
to want to kill
your muse?
 
drown it 
like an unwanted 
puppy
bury it deep, somewhere 
in the desert
where essences rot, decomposing
the way they left your soul
 
dry
arid dusting with the tumbleweed
wherever the wind decides to move you
 
then SMACK, stuck on the grill of a semi
barreling on through
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Anglesey Avatar
September 5, 2013 at 6:43 AM
You're #2 on the Best Poets New today... :)
Hopkins Avatar
September 5, 2013 at 4:13 PM
HOLY COW! wow! thank you! :)
Anglesey Avatar
September 4, 2013 at 10:17 PM
A tumbleweed as big as the front of my car blew across the road right in front of me coming out of Mesquite at 80 MPH... right into the grill/hood... and my muse did nothing about it ... the car wash people didn't get the remnants of the tumbleweed out either... so I feel your pain :)
Hopkins Avatar
September 5, 2013 at 4:17 PM
muses are elusive little buggers, like time. and you may be finding remnants of that tumbleweed at the most unexpected times ;)
Kilmer Avatar
September 4, 2013 at 5:47 PM
No it's ok. I have buried a few angels because they couldn't understand my cause. Great poem. Love the imagery. Especially the last line!
Hopkins Avatar
September 5, 2013 at 4:14 PM
excellent! thank you ~
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