Iron Mountain ski jump

Iron Mountain ski jump

Saturday, November 18, 2017

MUSE OF TRUTH AND BEAUTY, a poem {Sat 11-18-17}

At the breaking of the dawn
My muse appears
Riding on a misty cloud
Of caffeine
A tiny smear of jelly
On her flawless cheek
And says, “Write something
True and beautiful”

Although she holds a basket full
Of pre-warmed words
And rhymes
I cannot do both.


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