Amused I'm a poet, where's the muse?
Blank white papers inspire airplanes;
daydreams sail across the room
through windows, to cloud shapes.
White swans, dragons, loons...
fly elsewhere's way
in sky blue
erased
too
.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 3:40 AM UTC
Amused I'm a poet, where's the muse?
Blank white papers inspire airplanes;
daydreams sail across the room
through windows, to cloud shapes.
White swans, dragons, loons...
fly elsewhere's way
in sky blue
erased
too
.
nine syllables first line, incrementally down to one syllable
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