My Muse Once Sleeping Is Awake
I tarried into fields of grim,
silent stars fallen into dim-
Now my passion I shan’t forsake…
my MUSE once sleeping is AWAKE.
Echoes of hands starved and broken,
through muted syllables spoken.
Maybe a pause was a mistake…
my MUSE once sleeping is AWAKE.
Icy tears wept with snow-capped pines,
flawed fingers healed; poetry shines.
My safe metaphors shall not break…
my MUSE once sleeping is AWAKE.
Shadowed writing shaded by hope,
inspiration, a way to cope-
My frail heart healed for heaven's sake…
my MUSE once sleeping is AWAKE.
I used: howmanysyllables.com
Date written: July 14, 2019
For the contest, Writing Challenge 1, July 2019 - Repeating Refrain
Sponsor, Dear Heart
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2019
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