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    Forsaken

    Tentacles attach
    To limb, trunk, and trachea
    Ink plumes the ocean
    Muscles constrict as breath wanes
    Sea urchins bear no witness

    To the fallen muse
    Whose song is lost in seaweed
    Wisps of tangled thoughts
    Diffuse and scattered phrases
    Of the forsaken poet

  • #2
    MHenry Feels as though I am a jelly fish bearing witness to this piece. I love it! Most especially:Wisps of tangled thoughts

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    • #3
      Thanks for reading, Suz-zen. It seems we posted at the same time and read other's work at the same time. Another coincidence? I think not!

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      • #4
        You're not forgotten in my book. Loved the second stanza.

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        • MHenry
          MHenry commented
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          Thanks, AG! It seems we have grown on each other!

      • #5
        MHenry - swim - swim for kinder shores. Those darn muses think summer vacation has begun, but we can lure them back! Is this the final chapter in a rueful triad of woes of poets - or will it be a quartet or more?

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        • MHenry
          MHenry commented
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          Hi, RLW, Thanks for wholeheartedly engaging this third in a series of the troubled poet who cannot seem to hang on to his muse. I think the question of continued exploration depends on large lungs and a hefty breast stroke. Only the currents know.

      • #6
        Ah, MH. Even lack of a muse is muse for you. Well done.

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        • MHenry
          MHenry commented
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          Thanks, Muttado1sb, although it does feel like I am taking the muses name in vain.

      • #7
        lost in seaweed! beautiful.

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        • MHenry
          MHenry commented
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          Thanks for reading, lg. I appreciate your visits!

      • #8
        perfect, clear imagery! I could feel the life being sucked out of me. How often we here must feel this! Great, great great! "They" may not agree or understand what I say, love me or hate me, but please don't forsake me.

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        • MHenry
          MHenry commented
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          Thank you, rt, for the support, Sometimes, I think the muse is a box of Wheaties and a bowl of milk. Other times, I think it is a frontal lobe secretion beyond our control. But mostly it is lost in some dark corner.

          As much as a muse, we need an appreciative audience, otherwise, why not just mow the lawn?

      • #9
        you are right indeed about creativity requiring feedback. but I don't know about muses. in not sure i have any. in my experience its not the case. poetry just visits me. like if I am the muse instead. then it runs away. a brief possession from another shelf and then the long wait...

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        • #10
          Hey MH what's up with all the Asian posts?

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          • rhymetime
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            Glad you see them as well. I thought maybe it was just my computer.

          • MHenry
            MHenry commented
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            one little Sea Urchin?

          • MHenry
            MHenry commented
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            Me or the Zone in general? I didn't think I was in an Asian mode?

        • #11
          Squid-slain muse?
          Inkspill huge.
          Stay tuned, you
          stillhumans.

          Haroooooooooooo! (Means Zesta in Squeet)

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          • MHenry
            MHenry commented
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            Grant, Sensei, you seem to have taken the rhyming pill! Your current posts are singing with rhyme, rhythm, and wit! Thanks for your charming words of encouragement!
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