A Muse Herself - A Poem

She removes herself

From the confusion of

The roaring of

empty crowds.

She leaves the places

Filled with the faces

Whose graces

Fail to support movements

Of their mouths.

She withdraws her touch

As a false thaw or such

And turns sap back to the root


Cause,


She wants to A Muse her Self

She’ll never excuse her wealth

Nor hide her gold

Where it won’t shine.


Instead she exudes herself

Denudes herself

Offers herself full flower

One petal at a time

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This was writen for a class, a play on words excercise. My words were Muse and Self.