A Poet's Muse.



📸 Shot By Felicia.
💁🏾‍♂️ Model: Hana.
(Ode to Hana Namono)
She, the one I found when
I least expected.
Talking- our talks weren't part of the project,
Until I wrote My 12th Love Poem.

I didn't Praise her,
Like the other creatives do but
She was my Muse.
She's the one I tried to mortalize.

I chose free verse Poetry-
For it allowed me to express my feelings,
I, couldn't write rhymes
Because there, I fail sometimes.

She, the one who chose
To be my secret mate ,
Even though we were not that close 
To be each one's mate.

A Bit of jokes,
Smiles and walking
Miles in each other's shoes-
I thought.

She, the one I found when
I least expected.
Talking- our talks weren't part of the project,
Until I wrote My 12th Love Poem.

Her, like a baby-
Always asking questions.
Of success, ambitions and dreams.
That, is why I wrote this Poem.

© George William Ochago.
@George The Tired Poet.
15th Sept, 2024.
22:53
(A Poem for My Rhapsody Of Love)
Poetic Sundays.

Comments

  1. Hopefully, the poem answers her questions 🙂

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  2. Look what a muse does to a poet 🫠

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    1. 🫣
      I wondered and thought, then I had something to write.
      😂😂😂

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