Robyn Howarth

Geisha: Memory Of The Muse - Poem by Robyn Howarth

Gentle noble Artisan
Evoking the Muse behind the Mask
Intelligent Social butterfly
Showing nothing of your True Self
Hidden behind the uniform of your trade
Anonymity on the stage of life

Move with purpose in every step
Entertaining with grace through form
Motivated by the will to survive
Ordinary they are never allowed to be
Ritual life of Anonymity
Yearning to be Free

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 8, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, January 28, 2011

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