I’m just learning this morning of Cynthia’s passing. She was immensely talented and I’m so grateful for her support over the years. She was kind, and lovely, and I will miss her little corner of the ‘net most terribly.
Rest well, dear Cynthia!
The Muse is usually a she
according to art history.
More than once I’ve
served in that capacity.
I’ve also known it as a he
a love, an ardent kind
of sustenance, a boon
to heart and mind.
In the end I think
it is a voice inside
wherever the best
part of me abides.
It is ancient, bardic,
will not be cajoled
or come when called
or do as it is told.
“Do the work,” it says,
“and leave the door ajar.
Do not worry.
I know where you are.”
.
.
THE MUSE
ebbtide 
Lovely. Amen sweetly.
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Thanks for posting this. Sadly, I hadn’t been aware of her. And I’m sorry she has passed.
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Thanks, Val. She was truly a talented writer.
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EVEN POETS PASS ON
Time to bid you fare well.
Should I say “Rest in peace”?
No, for that’s not your style.
“Wrestle on and create!”
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Thank you for this, Ben. 🙂
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I like the Irish “wake” practice, where it is not so much a mourning but a celebration. That’s what I tried to capture here.
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