In homage of my Mistress in White

She calls

I am beckoned

not brooking refusal

she bids me bring my instruments

laying across my desk

i cant hold out for long

she commands I lay my thoughts bear

my pen trembling with thoughts unexpressed

i shudder at the desecration she has in mind

poluting the white of her page

with things not so sacrosanct

she giggles at me

with a rustle from a sudden breeze

the empty page isn't that innocent

seducing me as she does

must count for something.

So I labor ardently

seeking to be worthy of the favor

the sacred and intimate art

of writing.

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QudsiaP1 5 years ago

Such strong emotion, bravo.

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Binaya.Ghimire 5 years ago

Beautifully structured and evoking fresh pictures.

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attemptedhumour 5 years ago from Australia

She draws us in, teasing us with promised riches. Will we ever learn that swords really are mightier?

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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

This truly speaks to me. It feels so real!

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Jaggedfrost 5 years ago Author

*the writer bows to his friends, accepting their tribut blushing*

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twolittlehands 5 years ago from Utah

How do you do that? Take ordinary words, and arrange them into something splendid, fascinating, and ardently appealing!

Someday, I hope to be able to write like that.

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