When I can no longer
depend on my muse
to guide heart and hand.
Pen and paper lying
beside me, not a word
forth coming.
Paper turning yellow
with age, my eyes close
for the last time, I
breathe my final breath
can I forget you?
heather burns
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Fine musin poem i enjoyd readin! Yor works r a joy 4 readers.
i love your work! very inspiring i really enjoy reading them.
I love reading your poem, all your poems, they are still up-to-date and very inspiring. Very pity that we do not communicate through poems anymore. Thank you so much for your loveliest words in my recent MPOTD, dear Heather! Indeed, you breathe and I breathe The Breadth Of Life. Thank YOU, darling poetess.
Oh, it seems impossible to forget such a person. Wow, once again a smooth flow of words without ebbs and tides make this poem CLASICAL. Amazing verse!
Pen and paper lying beside me, not a word forth coming............../// cause the love cannot forget the past
Emotion? Hmmmmmm? Explication, not reiteration. Sounds like a bad Taylor Swift song. Not your best work. Hint: You WOULD forget....because you'd be dead...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very emotional poem from your pen. The poet though is experiencing writer's block, yet the poet will never be able to forget its muse till end. Lovely write.