Wednesday 15 June 2016

Spill Yourself Again

Searching for you
On those empty endless nights
Between blank paper stares
Hide and seek it used to be
Extinct you are completely
Talk, laugh, scream or cry in pain
But spill yourself again
Your creator anxious awaits
My dear muse
Where are you?



14 comments:

  1. Love it! And it works really well with my photo. :)

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  2. Oh yes, when the muse departs for a while... ugh!

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  3. So beautiful. I think you've found your muse long ago though :)

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  4. Perfect... and when you think about it... there it is spilled on the paper.

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  5. Lovely depiction of the departure of muse. Like Brudberg said, there it is ! :)

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  6. When the muse is playing hide and seek, tell him or her to spill, smiles ~ Thanks for joining us ~

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  7. The muse is always welcome to the creator's life :)

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  8. Very clever piece and beautifully written. I love the line, "Between blank paper stares."

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  9. Thanks for joining us! Excellent write

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  10. Ah, but your muse has found you - this is a lovely piece! :)

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