Bless the Muse who stayed by my side
tapping my shoulder
whispering in my ear
offering words when my tongue was parched
and my mind empty.
I will send you
silver strands from my head
on the backs of Sunday breezes
in gratitude for your encouragement
and lyrics when I had none.
Elizabeth Fellows
6/28/2020, 12am
EFellows,
I like the cadence and march of your poem. Like life, we don’t always know the way or where we’re going. The Muse, our guide, takes the gift already inside of us, and sheds enough light so we can see it. Ahhhh magical!
Seventh Solstise