
~ The Poet and the Muse ~
The poet’s love waits, beneath the willow
where hope floats and dreams dance
if only the muse could know
the muse enters, and whispers ‘hello’
suddenly shy, casting a furtive glance,
the poet’s love waits beneath the willow
playing it cool, and taking it slow
the poet worries at blowing the chance
if only the muse could know
Lament or extol, how would it go?
who makes the first advance?
the poet’s love waits, beneath the willow
so many words to bestow
awed, the poet lost in a trance,
if only the muse could know
scenarios rain down, possibilities grow
poised on the verge of romance
the poet’s love waits, beneath the willow
if only the muse could know.
© Dahlia Ramone: July 20, 2019

This was written for Blogophilia
Week 19.12 Topic: “Endless Hour Beneath the Willow”
Bonus Prompts: Include the title of a romantic movie (Hope Floats)
Mention the word “rain”
LOve it, Dollface!
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Every poets hopes to find their muse. 8 points Earthling
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Yes if only….only you do those unrequited loves justice.
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Sweet
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Lovely
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Great post 🙂
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gorgeous! I just love this!
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Wonderful poetry by a talented writer.
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Thank you so much, johncoyote 🙂
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I enjoyed your work today. You are a amazing writer.
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Thank you. I haven’t written in a while and I’ve missed creating (or letting so, as it may be). I’m working on getting back into the swing of things 🙂
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Writing is good for us. Release the good thoughts and allow the bad ones to simmer. I love your name and you are welcome Dahlia.
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