Far flung savageries had wrought…
The Little Maiden’s spirit…
Way more than it had ought…
At times I am a flower…
Singularly defined…
At times I am a flower…
Serendipitously designed.
Spring !She has burst forthEver fruitfulEver bearingAnd all her beautyShe is sharing…Amidst the coldAnd dark deep nightsShe sleptIn waitingFor this, her plight…To linger with usBut for a momentIn time…Mere daysTo displayHer greenerySo fine!
(a Muse piece written age 13, (a very good year…LOL)Miss you all…And Thank you for all the warm blessings and sweet hellos!
BRAVE BIRDHear my faint and tender pleas…Gently carried upon the breeze…
I grow cold and the world grows dark…I can find no sparrows, finches or larks…
The trees give me no shelter, no haven to rest…I search endless hours to find a warm nest…
The first to arrive, I am brave, yes I know…But this little robin, doesn’t like the snow!
(another work from the young Muse, age 12)Seen here 2009
Submitted as participation in Blue Monday
Isn’t the blue wire crimping on this cage beautiful [...]
Nestled in my parlor…
I will bring the walls
that surround me…DOWN, today.
I will no longer be kept quiet…
Meek enough to drown… TODAY.
I will brin
g the walls
that encase me…DOWN, today.
I will knock down the walls
that keep me out…TODAY.
I will no l
onger listen…
To words of doubt and naysayers… TODAY.
I will knock down the walls
that keep me out…TODAY.
The Muse 2008
