Late to this poem...but

…winding grey veins — breathing somehow — misted air, infused through marble pores. Not yet nascent, the suggestion of me lies curled like a question mark at this stone’s heart. Crescented in on its own dream of genesis, like any fragile, unborn thing. Expectant, yet without …
Nascent Dream of a Muse
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Melissa Coffey
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Jan 9, 2024
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Late to this poem...but better tardy than never, eh? I LOVE this phrase, Melissa. It's so freaking GOOD
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Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines3K Followers
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J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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