My Muse of Blues
My muse was blue
and I've been too
She whispered tears
At tyrants' jeers
And feeling shy
Receptor I
To share her words
With you
I peak again
Weakly with pen
And hope again for peace,
Love's hope can never cease
A whisper here
Within my ear
Of a poet's heart
Be true
In hues of blue
Thinking of you
Across the world broad
Brothers/sisters trod
My hope is keen
Though seldom seen
When muse has come
Unglued
Shall I then share?
Because I swear
I'd rather share a rose
Than tears shared in sweet prose
But share I will
A poet still
It's all that I
Can do
So here I am
To you sweet Fam
My precious much-loved group
In our world of Poetry Soup
To Love not hate
It's not too late
To share a hope
Or two!
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