Friday, March 19, 2010

MUSES: 30 Years Later

This year marks the 30th anniversary of the death of my father, Robert W. Will (1933-1980) This is for you, Dad -------------------------- 
 The target of abuse 
 is often the muse 
taken from 'til the well runs dry  

Mined from forever 
Like a bird's soft feathers 
when it's been plucked, 
we wonder why 

 Another example 
of the forces that trample 
the man had something to say 

 He had those he loved 
It wasn't enough 
for the powers above 
and on a cold day he was taken away 

 
Do those here on Earth 
cut such a wide berth 
through thought and circumstance 

That the next world 
as a result needs them more
to consult with
than we need them, by chance? 

 So are they the muses 
for unseen fuses 
that light the great beyond 

 We miss them so steady 
but they may be already 
strengthening some unseen bond. -------------------------------------

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