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My Muse Has the Blues
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

today my muse was blue
ink flowed
like unexpected tears
like summer rain
it ran like a river
onto the blank page
it spouted like blood
from a puncture wound
then coagulated into words
and phrases

today my muse out did herself
the stanzas came in a torrent
a virtual flood
and puddled into this poem
which I offer to you
on an afternoon
when my muse was blue

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