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Lost Muse

If I could somehow creep Inside my brain and mind And wander through the neurons I wonder what I’d find. Is a jumble there of words All begging to be found And strings of clever phrases Just waiting to confound? And, slith’ring through the spaces, In shades of every hue. Are there slippery ideas that are Trying to get through? Are there empty pathways there Where words and thoughts collide And then, like magic, morph Into a flowing tide Of tumbling, wordy rivers That spill and swirl and splash Over all the rocks and blocks? Would it happen in a flash? Or would it take me days Of thinking, sweat and toil, And scrambling o’er the boulders Along the river’s coil To find among the brainwaves A way that I could choose - A path at last that beckoned me To find my errant muse!

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Date: 7/29/2021 1:33:00 AM
Brilliant musing, Barbara:) I'm amazed by what your muse came up with:)
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Barbara Peckham
Date: 7/29/2021 7:46:00 AM
Thanks so much for the read and the nice comment. I really appreciate it.