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In homage of my Mistress in White

Updated on August 16, 2011

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 profile image

      QudsiaP1 5 years ago

      Such strong emotion, bravo.

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      Binaya.Ghimire 5 years ago

      Beautifully structured and evoking fresh pictures.

    • attemptedhumour profile image

      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 Hay 5 years ago from TEXAS

      This truly speaks to me. It feels so real!

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      Jaggedfrost 5 years ago

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

    • twolittlehands profile image

      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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