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New Poem in the Nature category on December 3, 2024
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ABOUT
Why this is and What It is
I really don't know why and how this happens. My fingers are somehow directed to type and type and type. More than once I have no idea what I am typing about until the 2nd or 3rd stanza. That darn muse!
So words just fly off the fingers. Well, you know, probably most belong in the trash can. but there are a few that many people have told me are very meaningful and beautifully written. Then again some are just silly!
​ So as it is said, Enjoy!
THE REAL STORY
March 22, 2022
Check out the latest work by Steve. The Real Story took him all over his man-cave while he was writing and the outcome is for you to enjoy, judge or otherwise rot your brain!
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Five Minutes This Morning
My Muse is a fleeting and cruel Mistress
She will stand beside me and whisper
One word, one phrase, one sentence
Then step away and laugh at me
My Muse is a kind and constant Mistress
She will come into my head
She will fill me with thoughts
She will make my fingers fly across the keyboard
My Muse is a temporal and complete Mistress
She will fill me from beginning to end
She will give me words that need no change
She will flash thoughts through my brain
My Muse is an inconsistently constant mistress
She teases me with that which can’t be grasped.
She offers me vague feelings and thoughts
Only to abandon me wandering and lost
My Muse is a delight and a pain
She gives me so much promise
Of poetry and prose
Then she is my cruel Mistress once again.
"Steve, trust your heart which flows uninhibited, without critique, without doubt, within those first 20 minutes of it's birth, that is when it is purest.
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That is when it is true art."
E. Saladaña 9/30/2020