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Muse Burning

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Muse Burning

Muse’s raging fire burns, 
though it’s time to sweep 
out her attic; to make changes.
Her attic is full of silvery webs; 
time to clear them away; 
new ideas, must be born.

The act of being re-born, 
makes the creative fires burn.
The old must be cleared away; 
given a good sweep.
Clear out the musty cob webs 
and create your changes.

Every single new born, 
comes to this world of change; 
they weave their little corner web, 
of progress  of which, their passion burns.
This great creative sweep; 
clears the dirt and scraps away.

Muse flies away 
on the winds of change.
Muse’s wings, sweep 
the skies and new ideas are born.
Her passion fire burns 
best, when free of old stale webs.

Cob webs and spider webs 
are all gone away.
Creative fire burns; 
spread by the winds of change.
Come and be reborn; 
within a self-expressive sweep.

The sacred sweep, 
removes all webs, 
to make room for newborns.
Sweep away; 
create your changes, 
with soul-fire’s holy burn.

Make your clean sweep; be reborn.
Weave new webs, with the power of change.
Just fire your ideas away and watch the after burn.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 9/12/2014 7:56:00 AM
Reborn, reborn, reborn... the repitition of that word, to me, just makes this poem the masterpiece it is. Wonderful write, very very well done :) I love your work =Juli-Michelle
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M. L. Kiser
Date: 9/23/2014 11:22:00 PM
Thank you
Date: 9/12/2014 2:15:00 AM
A very well written Sestina M.L. It also spoke to me metaphorically. I find these very difficult to write. Your's is smooth and faultless. Brava!
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M. L. Kiser
Date: 9/12/2014 5:35:00 AM
I find them quite challenging, yet fun. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Date: 9/11/2014 11:51:00 PM
wow a sestina is like a spiders web intricate in its structure. Well done.
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M. L. Kiser
Date: 9/12/2014 1:59:00 AM
I like to keep them interesting...it spontaneously unfolded in that way. Thanks for the read and comments.
Date: 9/11/2014 11:50:00 PM
A fresh perspective
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