He feared he would drown
In his words profound.
But the water barely wet his toes.
One day the poet knows
The river will run dry
And try
Though he will,
His muse shall be, forever still
Forever Still
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Muses
My muses do tease
Please
And oft times freeze
My heart.
Entangled in my art
They know not that they are caught
Nor what the poet wrought
On once virgin page.
Upon my paper stage
They will forever play
Yet, from life, both I and them will fade away.
K Morris - Poet 