Lost and Found.

A metaphor knocks at her
newly polished front door.
The similie looks up , tries
in vain to get up on her knees.

She almost drags herself to
the door only to find the indent
Lines on an empty doorstep.
The guest seems to have gone.

How she wished to raise a
toast with him and shake
a leg or two on the music
that resonates in her heart.

Inside that muse she finds
a divine epiphany that leads
to vast peaceful spaces in
her rainbow wrapped poem.

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Jenny Gordon
Too beautiful and rather enchanting. What a lovely tribute to inspiration with fantastic imagery. What a marvelous metaphor of the entire process. Fascinating, and too delightful. I love it.
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Ben Gieske
I like your new approach and concept of this one. It evokes some beautiful pictures.
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Ron Peat
Nice metaphor Nik. Epiphany becoming the epiphany is just grand. It made me smile. That the known is reached for and finally touched. The poem is a bit rough in stanza 2 between L2 & L3 of that stanza. Should you have a period after "indent?" You have "line" capitalized. And the two lines don't really run to smoothly together. A poet friend/RH Peat
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Alison Cassidy
Sometimes when we search for just the right word, a new one appears from nowhere to take its place - better and more eloquent than the one lost. How beautifully you tell this story in what is certainly a poet's poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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Fay Slimm
The idea of relationship between figures of speech is truly poetic and personification of the muse as epiphanic is inspired - an imaginative jewel penned with first class eloquence.
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