Lifes Muse-Hics

rye-tingles a write-tangle
...with...

an urge to be
...oar-knot...

and too often a
...quest-shunned...

while weather be no-blur
...in the mind...

to suffer the stings and
...arrows... 

of an outer-age of some
...muse-hics...

sound as a 'time mist' to
...be ass-time...

...for-tunes...


stans sand
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June 10, 2023 at 7:49 PM
S,B.! Long time to know…see! Must say this poem caused me several smiles. One thing about your poetry that i want to say is: the language “play” carries first a conscious meaning, but after that i’ve found there are double meanings requiring an after dinner visit to the library with a coffee, liquor, & cigar (see literature from 19th cent) :-). sally
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June 10, 2023 at 8:40 PM
thank you for the comment....you made it clear my wording need ,ssome adjustment.....thank you.......stan
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