my favorite muse
loneliness is my favorite muse
for poetry
and the muse sleeps, as
all my thoughts are consumed by you
and the words i think end
on the outside of your ears
and there they seem to die
my illimitable world of expression
has found a target and
discovered its own exhaustion
the unguided and directionless emotions
emerge in bursts of
irrationality and sometimes
tender gestures
surprisingly without description
without language, without record
1 comment:
Very thoughtful. Elder Holland's talk for the lonely was very sacred to me today. I realized that my solitude has blessed me to have a taste of what the Lord went through for us.
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