Excogitate Poem by Lynnee Holder
Excogitate
He’s brown
And tan
And tall
And gloom
He comes
To me
In my room
Or
In the kitchen
Making hot tea
Sometimes he brings
My pen
To me
His skin is sheer
I can see through
His face is blank
No reading do
He helps me say
The things I knew
He is my friend,
A ghost,
My Muse.
Thursday, May 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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