Return To a Muse

my heart has come up missing
the search shall continue long into this life

I think of you not for the pleasure 
of a clandestine rendezvous 
no not the shallow ego of my loins

the perception that you will answer when I call 
brings me back to the caress of your fingers 
through my hair, your eyes softly in mine 
the nooks and corners that gave us refuge

these etched mementos 
some dog-eared 
some new
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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December 31, 2017 at 8:44 PM
Such sadness and longing. Very lovely reading Richard!! Now I am going back and listening to them all!!! :) ~ Judy
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January 3, 2018 at 9:33 PM
Judy I cannot tell you how much I appreciate your support. All the best...............peace!
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December 7, 2017 at 10:16 AM
This is a piece that will stay with me. Is it a dream, a reality? Until you find that which is the quest I can not know.
Evans Avatar
December 17, 2017 at 6:53 PM
It was an outpouring. It was me playing with a feeling and words. That's best reason I can come up with.
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December 4, 2017 at 4:25 AM
In life we never stop searching, Richard. We look beyond the momentary joy, inspiration, and satisfaction for something that lasts. Enjoyed this poem and how you get the reader's mind musing. Regards // paul
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December 17, 2017 at 6:49 PM
Paul I was on a roll when I wrote this poem. I was writing poems everyday. Once finished I wasn't sure what inspired me in the first place. I just wanted to write. I need more poems like this one. Thanks for the input........peace!
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