The Muse
He says that I’m his muse
But is it that really true
Perhaps I showed him how to be
Lavender instead of blue
Maybe my laughter made him
A little more self-assured
Where his confidence in himself
Had failed, my endured
Perhaps he needed only
To seem likeable again
Maybe he was just in need
Of a really good friend
It’s hard for me to take credit
For something that he did
Perhaps I just uncovered
A talent he had hid
– me, 01.13.01
soft tendrils of a whisp of hair cut through the cobwebs inside my head.
I like it … I can see that so clearly in my head …
Very nice poem. We all need muses in our life and they can come out of the most simple of moments with people.
That is a wonderful poem and loaded with such insight, dang….words flow so naturally for you and that is a good thing. Keep up the good work Ms. Muse!
In don’t remember reading this. You must have just made it public again. I really like it.