Good morning everyone!
My mother told me to use my head for something beside a hat rack!
I'm trying.
lol. Sounds like something my mother would have said too.
Influences
The simple question is,
who are my true Muses?
and the answer echoes back,
You, each and every one are!
I like reading hers and his,
some make the mind fuse.
Others, and I pause and go back,
to look again from not so far.
Each has their own light,
and it sets its own mood.
I see something different then,
and I smile in joy at that!
Somehow you get it just right,
pity and bordering on rude.
Or smooth as oiled glass, like Zen,
slim truth, or humor running fat.
You make me think, feel,
and I live larger for it, my thanks, see.
And I try to give of myself, a bit,
hard as that is I try, oh how I try anyway!
Sometimes the words make me reel,
and I shudder at their accuracy in me.
Like arrows of truth that can’t help but hit,
or catch you like a mine, so subtle they lay.