Ngoc Nguyen Poet I do not know?

When the Muse Has Gone

For so, so long, 
     when the Muse has gone,
My written songs,
     no longer greet the morning dawn.

I wonder why!?
     But I soon will rise,
like some dragon fly,
     into the ointment of orange skies

with Hell's wingtips:
     and force my shadow,
like an eclipse,
     onto the pale-blue earth below!

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James Peranteau March 8, 2026 at 10:30 PM i believe not in writer'z block dear sir...i git whut y'all mean though...i think too much

Kim Rodrigues March 8, 2026 at 2:03 PM into the blue ointment of the skies Ngoc Nguyen March 8, 2026 at 3:19 PM Dear Kim, In your opinion, is the following slight change in the line a noticeable improvement (to you): "into the ointment of orange skies"? ~Ngoc