I've erased 4 attempted poems in the past half hour. Frustration abounds... here's my last attempt 12:01AM PST.
To The Muse
I beseech you, oh muse!
Return to me now.
Pale flesh, red hair
Green eyes stare.
Words lost in air.
Anonymity fades,
and you slip away
Drifting swift,
wild with the wind,
So wild with the wind...
How can anyone hold on to you,
when you come and go
with the wind?
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