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Dusty Dreams

Dusty Dreams I lay here on the desk pondering my worth nearby stark white pages slowly yellow. I am but an instrument to fulfill their need yet stoic in my sentimentality. Dust counts the weaving of nights into days measures the shadows of a silenced muse as we sit idle in the hope of its awakening. ©6/18/2019 YOUR CHOICE (10) PERSONIFICATION Poetry Contest Brian Strand sponsor

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Date: 6/19/2019 10:12:00 PM
I really like this, John. I see from Susan's comment that it won and I hope you scored high. Congratulations
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John Lawless
Date: 6/20/2019 7:07:00 AM
Thanks Andrea
Date: 6/18/2019 9:19:00 PM
Simply stunning, John. Your poem is poignant in its vivid expression of longing for a silenced muse to reawaken. Congratulations on your wonderful win, my Bean Town friend. Warmest wishes always.. ~Susan
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Date: 6/20/2019 7:07:00 AM
Hey Susan, I often wonder what the pencil(aka keyboard) thinks about when the muse become a recalcitrant participant in the poetic games. Appreciate your stopping by to read and comment

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