Schlummernde Frau
by Johann Baptist Reiter (1849)(Source: Wikimedia Commons)
minutes past midnight,
she yawns, and her eyes
open.
the muse is awake.
I’m still stiff with
sleep,
she says, don’t expect
too much,
a few words at best.
with months of silence,
few words are better than
none.
make them good ones,
please.
ah, no, she responds,
that’s entirely up to
you.
you must wake up
too.
weeks like this,
ReplyDeleteI wish I was a bear
You KNEW, of course, that picture was going to draw me here, right?
ReplyDeleteWonderfully literate poetry, Sis. You're BACK!!
smiles...good morning sunshine
ReplyDeletenice to see you awake.
And the muse awakes!
ReplyDeleteThat was amazing!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful!
ReplyDeleteMy goodness Patti...you are looking quite different these day..your long rest from blogging has enhanced your appearance and made you a lot more frivolous in your attire and pose:)
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