A dragonfly's body, you say, riding low and heavy with iridescent flashes of purple, black and green? Ah, I see, think this if you must. As for my crisp, white shirt, with cuffs of lace and buttons of pearls? Did you catch a glimpse of that?A dandelion puff or wisp of cloud. Maybe. Or could it be that you have just caught sight out of the corner of your eyes of the spirit of the muse? Muse I blow in on the sultry End of summer breeze Riding humid currents, Darting between raindrops with ease I float in on the warm, Wet morning mist Shedding my blankets of fog Dawn heralding my daily trysts It is I, your muse, hear me sing Melodies of the moment A breath of air in the spring It is I, your muse Whispering fragments of truth Casting spells of inspiration Fueled on ancient elixirs of youth What, you do not recognize me? Well, I've always been at your side Prodding and poking Even when you'd rather I h...
Women's Spiritual Poetry