Trembling hints of my muse
in shadows hidden waiting
as each ‘i’ is dotted and
each ‘t’ is crossed to
reveal impressions of all
great writers’ hesitations
Timeless stories traversing
millennia of contemplation
inked quill parchment but
tiny fragments in the telling
trembling hints of my muse
awaiting sparks of imagination
© March 2012 Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
ah the muse weeps gently … nice write
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Thank You and for visiting.
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Very nice, Renee!
I can certainly relate to trembling hints of my muse
awaiting sparks of imagination
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Sometimes, Becca, I wait longingly for the spark to be ignited. Thank You!
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nice…sometimes the muse gives us just a bit of an idea..a single word..but then somehow it can start an inspiration fire…
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I am waiting for that fire to begin. Thanks! LOL
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It doesn’t matter where she hides as long as she does play peek-a-boo with you …
Lovely!
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I so agree, Bren. Thanks!
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Mine needs inspiration AND some caffeine. It is sluggish!
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Oh, Yes! Some nice chocolate sometimes helps as well.
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Enjoyed both your poem and image. My muse is certainly in need of inspiration right now!
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Thanks so much for visiting!
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A lovely homage to your muse … I like “fragments” and “trembling hints.”
Poem on ….
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Thanks Jamie! When I’ve had some good sleep easier to do. I’m sure you understand. Hope you are well.
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The sparks which enlighten in your mind are marvelous Loved it
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Thank You Marja! For some reason unknown to me I had to approve your comment. Not sure why but glad to see you here.
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Captured so well! The art bleeding and waiting the muse to embrace 🙂 Wonderful!
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Ah, yes – the muse playing hide-and-seek 🙂 lovely, Renee
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Mine certainly does. Glad you understand. Thanks!
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My muse will hide and I fear it won’t return, but she has never failed me. Nice work.
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Thank you Susie and for visiting.
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Great poem…Unfortunately, my muse tends to stay perpetually hidden (and never comes out).
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Thank you! Never give up on your muse. It is there certainly.
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loved the poem renee. a poet’s best friend and worst enemy is his/her muse i believe 🙂
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