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When The Muse Calls

All consuming grey upon grey grey Leaves etched against a tranquil sombre sky A flock of geese flies homeward overhead Dragging the curtain of night as it passes by Lights light the eyes of nearby silent houses Flags lie dormant waiting for a lifting breeze There's threatening rain visible on the horizon Keeping birds tucked safe and warm in nearby trees.  As I stand here alone enveloped in this scenario My family is inside doing what families do Giving me the space to try to catch the rhythm Slave to the poetry muse, which is nothing new. 

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Date: 6/12/2014 8:25:00 PM
I often find my muse is a clever one, she likes to strike when i am in the shower or driving. If i sat and sought the sky, she would not come to me. Hope you find your rhythm, your stage is set well, commence the play :)
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Joe Murphy
Date: 6/13/2014 9:57:00 AM
Thank you for yor kind words. Yes, the muse is definitely a crafty one but thank the Lord she graces us with her presence every once in a while.