My Muse

Far yonder Never near From a distance taunting and beckoning like a temptress teasing like a whimsical, sprightly wind Just out of reach like a dream now here now gone. Is it Illusion or wistful whim? Why does she leave me in a barren state? ~07/08/16 ~Triple Tetractys contest by Eva Roper

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/15/2016 9:14:00 AM

Abdul, this is the one that deserved to be at the tip top of the list. Wow, I am going to fave this one!!!

Abdul Malik
Date: 7/17/2016 4:10:00 PM

Thanks Andrea. Glad you like it.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 7/14/2016 3:04:00 PM

Nice, Abdul!

Abdul Malik
Date: 7/17/2016 4:09:00 PM

Thanks Kim.

Eve Roper

Date: 7/14/2016 1:26:00 PM

Whoo - Hoo ! Congratulations on your Triple Tetractys contest, Abdul, perfect form and wonderful poem. Hugs Eve

Abdul Malik
Date: 7/17/2016 4:09:00 PM

Thanks Eve. Glad you liked it.

Caycay Jennings

Date: 7/10/2016 2:16:00 AM

As Jan said, I say - I think all writers know this feeling you captured so well. I enjoyed reading this and, as said, definitely relate! Good job, Abdul (oh, last line: 'leave' not leaves, a pesky typo). Good luck with this fine write ... CayCay

Abdul Malik
Date: 7/17/2016 4:08:00 PM

Thanks CayCay. Noted your observation.

Jan Allison

Date: 7/9/2016 9:18:00 AM

Oh I know the feeling Abdul my muse is on an extended holiday at the moment and I spend less and less time on soup:-( hugs Jan xx

Abdul Malik
Date: 7/17/2016 4:07:00 PM

Thanks for your comment, Jan.