Mnemosyne's Tenth Daughter
You are my words
My sounds, my storms
Held
Without touch, released
Held
Fragile needs
Tell
Every story
Hear
Every song
Unknown, unheard
Unbound, forming
You are my words
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
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5 kilroys:
Are you thinking of a particular muse?
And yes, I had to look up Mnemosyne.
ah ha
I like the rhythm of this poem. Very nice.
Wow Allan this is excellent! I didn't know you wrote poetry.
CW- Maybe.
Tif- ta da
YY- Thanks.
Whim- Aww...I used to call them "songs". I have a lot.
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