Muse in the Morning

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Muse in the Morning

A Transition through Poetry IV

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Purple Chasm


I was too afraid to release

the life I had, feeling like

I would surely plunge

into the abyss if I did.

Eventually I found

I had nothing to lose,

that maybe the abyss

was where I belonged

So I disentangled myself

from that former existence

and found that I was hanging

inches from solid ground

Ain’t that a bite in the ass.

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–October 31, 2005

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I decided, after a lot of contrary thought, to display my first collection of poetry.  In places, additional pieces were written in hopes of providing some explanation…like this one.

Good morning.  Be excellent to one another.

1 comment

    • Robyn on August 31, 2009 at 13:55

    …and last day of the move.  We hired a crew.  I wish we didn’t have to go supervise.

    For your enjoyment while we’re gone:

    Shaka, when the walls fell:

    (Click on image for larger view)

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