A Love Letter to My Muse

All day long 

I think of you. 

I can’t wait to get home 

to be with you,

to feel your ink drip 

between my fingers.

You are my love,

my passion,

my muse.

I know you will 

never leave me. 

We are bound 

by a legacy of words, 

that braids our soul.

Our poetry echoes 

through time and space, 

leaves a soft place 

for broken hearts to land. 

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Vautaw

Thu 26th Sep 2019 15:30

Thank you Emilia. I've always known about the muse, but the other day I had a feeling of joy sweep over me for the love of poetry and writing which inspired this piece. I appreciate you stopping by and leaving feedback. 💖

Emilia Callahan

Wed 25th Sep 2019 20:47

I've never thought of writing as a muse before! But, it's so accurate. This was wonderful, and very relatable!

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Vautaw

Wed 25th Sep 2019 16:51

I’m honored to introduce you to your muse Jason. I wish you a long and happy life together❣️ I am having a time with the title, but your comment makes me think, “Matchmaker”. Thanks so much for reading and commenting about your muse. It’s a love affair indeed!

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Jason Bayliss

Tue 24th Sep 2019 22:10

I've never really thought about my muse, until now. I know, shocking revelation.
This is so expressive of the comfort I get from writing that for the first time ever I had to consider it. I think if I had to really put my finger on it, I'd have to say my shadow. A little slice of night that has followed me, grown with me and occasionally led the way.
But as I say, I've never really thought about it before. I love this for that reason, it is so well written it made me stop and think.

J. x

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Vautaw

Tue 24th Sep 2019 19:18

Thank you so much for reading and your feedback Tom. 🙏 I love writing poetry that connects with the reader.

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Vautaw

Tue 24th Sep 2019 19:16

Thank you Ruth! I worked on that line the longest, so I’m glad it resonates. I totally agree, when the muse shows up, it’s a fun, creative time indeed. I live for those moments❣️

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Vautaw

Tue 24th Sep 2019 19:11

Thank you so much for reading and your curious cat feedback Dorothy! I imagine readers of poetry that survives a hundred years from now will be trying to figure out the answer to “who” is our muse, but we poets know the truth, which is that is rarely an individual, but a mixture of creative musings and relationship fantasies!

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Vautaw

Tue 24th Sep 2019 19:04

Thanks so much for reading and your feedback Keith. 🙏 Poetry is one of my most palpable passions. I love being able to share it with others that appreciate the art as much as I do.

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Vautaw

Tue 24th Sep 2019 19:02

Thalia. I love that your muse has a name and rises a bike. So creative Don! I enjoyed your muse poem as well. Thanks so much for dropping by and adding your unique feedback. I am grateful for your support. 🙏

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Tom

Mon 23rd Sep 2019 12:43

I've read this a few times already today and I love it. Beautifully put.

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Ruth O'Reilly

Mon 23rd Sep 2019 12:40

' A legacy of words that braids our soul' was a line that really spoke to me. Thanks for sharing this with us, the love affair of our internal muse does bear the most creative fruit.

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Do.RoThY

Mon 23rd Sep 2019 10:46

I simply loved this one so much....such a sweet confession of love towards your muse....by the way...who is the underlying inspiration for such a remarkable piece of artistic muse?? Simply wondering....phew!!🌷

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keith jeffries

Mon 23rd Sep 2019 09:58

Vautaw,

The words of this poem leapt off the page to remind me of real passion. These moments are to be taken hold of and cherished, A super poem and thanks
Keith

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Don Matthews

Mon 23rd Sep 2019 09:18

Look after your muse Vautaw. They are very special.

Before Thalia came along I had a rather flighty one. Admittedly I could have given her more attention (typical male says Thalia).

She deserted me in my hour of need one day. Took my bike and tripped off. Truly! See why you gotta look after them? The poem link shows my frustration at the time of need

https://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=91775

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