Unfinished Wantonness

She comes and goes as she pleases
Caring nothing for my needs
My dreams, visions ~ Now fickle as wind
I'm left to search the thickets and weeds
For wanton inspiration
Beauty, ever-present before my eyes
What word of late from Mnemosynes' Daughter?
Naught but wind through willows ~ Sough and sigh
In all the fields I sought her
My wanton inspiration

...The world may as well be dead when she is gone...

...What new whisper ~ Caress of breath in my ear...


ELAshley
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..::Original Comments::..

Would you like to finish your wanton-ness or will you rather take it unfinished? Beautiful poem. Smile.
Posted by clown on 09/08/2006 08:42:53 AM

I'll finish it, but it may take years.
Posted by MuslinOpaque on 09/08/2006 02:47:56 PM