Musing Inspiration

...it has a really well-sculptured out "flow" that made it effortless to read. A fairly "deep" accounting of the powers of a "muse"...but, overall.....an enjoyable read. Thank-you for this "western classic" tribute to who or what keeps you writing ! My hat is off, for you AND your muse ! "Write on"! sincerely, #{:-{)}8==== docmaverick.

A wonderful tribute to your sweet fairy muse. She blesses you once again with her creative kiss. Love, Cat

It's an amazing thing, when one frees the muse inside. It's an amazing thing to notice when that happens and how it keeps happening. My Jaughter, this song's for you! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRK5vLUYLmg Tiny Dancer ~ Elton John Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad Piano man he makes his stand In the auditorium Looking on she sings the songs The words she knows, the tune she hums But oh how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you, and you can hear me When I say softly, slowly chorus Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen you had a busy day today [repeat chorus] Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand But oh how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you, and you can hear me When I say softly, slowly Love and Light, Ma

Sorry, couldn't help myself! I did greatly enjoy this one, Seren, as I do most of yours! Love the tongue-in-cheek humor and the vividly descriptive language! Keep 'em coming!

What a beautiful muse to have visit and what a beautiful poem in her honor, well written missy. A very good write indeed. Lovin it, Love to all from, Nana Lyz, not Mouskouri. XX

perfect as always! elizabeth

Love the absurdity of this thought:- "Singing Cantata’s
to composers at birth,
molding life sculptures
in minds made of earth" "she has gifted me," ...........she has gifted to me? "so that no one hears"......into my ear? " This creature of thoughts roams the world, 
looking to inspire 
and to be heard" ............something odd about this verse? " soul less".....soul-less "she has gifted me," she's given to me? "As quill tip touched 
a fibrous page,
wormholes opened
 to a neon age".....this verse could open yet another poem too, more absurd. __________________________ I like the way you tease us along into your song of delight and thankfulness, and we feel it with you dear Jayne of the magic quill. No 'plume de ma tante' here, and yet we wonder whose plume it really is there's a feeling of seeing through those worm holes like a voyeur! Just me. Love to you you lovely person, Ann.