22 – Bless the Muse

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

One thought on “22 – Bless the Muse

  1. 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

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