Poetry: Untitled #4

[nebroadwe]

Muses, like lightning,
Seldom strike from a clear sky.
So dance up a storm:

When sweat falls like summer rain,
Listen for distant thunder ...

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Author's Note: Another tanka. (Accompanied elsewhere by drabbles, of course.) I posted this, perhaps presumptuously, in response to this poem.

Comments

[nebroadwe.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Mind you, I usually prefer to bribe my muse with the promise of chocolate, but I usually end up dancing anyway. ;-)