| The Muse |
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I saw her standing there. Very attractive Pulling all my attention, beams drawing me to her Something was dreadfully wrong with what I saw! There she was, too short, no she was tall, just right. Only she was standing six inches into the floor. I looked on in amazement, mouth open My attention must have caught hers She turned to me and smiled She motioned me over and started to move As I reached out for her, through the wall she went She vanished before my eyes. I heard her call longingly from outside I ran to the window and there she was Floating, ten feet above the ground I heard her say, I’m not for you But I’ll be your muse I swallowed my pride I smiled and said “thank you.” The sun broke through She was gone Only this poem remained. ©2009 Carl Watts www.carlwattsartist.com |
