Mid Day Nap Poem- Listening to the Muse

A poem for the coming winter. Creative writing Muse called me today and I felt refreshed after heeding her call. To be honest, I felt a little guilty for napping and writing poetry in the middle of the day. But the way I felt when the deed was done assured me that following my dream into writing and creation was unquestionably the right action. Bliss and Balance.
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"anger thwarts lover’s play
cull drought, summer rain
light touch placed upon the skin
so many miles traced within
not quite seeing eye to eye
lover’s balm, open palm
time and phrases coincide
2 hearts slightly misaligned
different rhythms, measured strides
add uneven rhyme for song
sing perhaps still side by side
stories hidden in the blinds"