- Non-Erotic Poetry
- An Ode To Falling
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Click hereOde to Falling
My muse is gone for untold time,
I am without my guide.
But she has gone; I know not where,
I need her at my side.
Will she return? I have no clue,
I only wish I knew.
My mentor she has always been,
I only wish she knew
How much I’ll miss her presence
Until she does return,
And offers help I know I’ll need
To make my passion burn.
She’s made of gold and rich perfume,
And inspiration, too.
She’s never given bad advice,
She offers only glue
To hold my words together as
I try to struggle through.
A story in my mind to tell
To any who would read.
She knows the words to spur me on,
She is my daily feed.
I love her not as wife,
Nor as a lover true,
But as a soul who haunts my mind,
And stirs my thoughts
As mentors often do.
My muse is gone for untold time,
I am without my guide.
But she has gone; I know not where,
I need her at my side.
Come back my muse, I need you here
To stay my fear, And give me back my clues..
- COMMENTS
duddle146about 17 years agoIt's good to read someone honoring his Mentor. We all have them ~ but sometimes we forget.
deathlynxover 17 years agoIt is very touching and quite a powerful reminder that there are those forms of love which are not lust, and not passion, but simply selectively familial...
Anonymousover 17 years agoDear diary, Mood: obsessive. My life is spiralling into a black abyss without Falling. I tried to stalk her at the Blood Red Romance concert, but I couldn't get my hair to do that flippy thing in time. Sometimes, my shrine of Falling pictures and memorabilia, you're thing only things that get me. Falling, you're my bestest friend. Let's go get tacos.
Anonymousover 17 years agoLOL... I think you give your muse far too much credit, darling. You do just fine all on your own.
And it's flattery, in a sneaky form, which means I can't scold you for it. *laughs and hugs again*
I'll be around. Just not so much as before. Oh, and I actually finished a couple of pieces that had stalled out on me. The break is doing me good.
