Cedar Creek Muse

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  1. Atehequa

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    Yesterday evening before it turned dark
    The songs of a wood thrush and meadowlark
    Music welcoming in the coming night
    While a sphinx moth awakens on my porch light
    Soon to flutter within it's glow

    Betwixt the dark boles of tall pines
    Outside of this domicile's furnished confines
    A barred owl flies without a sound
    Over a goldsmith beetle crawling on the ground
    The gold bug of Edgar Allan Poe

    Moon rising in summer's night sky
    A leopard frog and toad sitting eye to eye
    Each too large for the other to eat
    They both hop away from my moving feet
    Soon to return to my porch light's glow

    Hearing the chirping of a katydid
    Coming from the wood sage in which he hid
    Wild scents are carried upon a breeze
    As I walked even deeper into the shadowy trees
    Towards Cedar Creek's musical flow

    Awakening, those who slept through day
    Inspiration is available only a short walk away
    Sweet muse, she resides in this wild land
    Her scents and sounds in mind, a pen in my hand
    As she flutters within my porch light's glow
     
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  2. MsJacquiiC

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    This is really a lovely poem AtehequaAtehequa -- Definitely has me a rustic, country charm. Calming and soothing vybe. The imagery makes me want to hang a hammock and rest easy.

    Definitely an inspired piece ... or peace as it were, the last lines bringing to fore she who has us all transfixed: Madam Poesy, the sweet muse. Wild land indeed. Wish I were there.

    J.
     
  3. I loved it! The message the way it flowed... truly inspiring. :)
     
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