La Musa Delle Rose (an Ode to my poetry mentor)
La Musa Delle Rose 💋 A beautiful smile lite rooms and could test men's will, plucky and consorting with fire her spirit was but we loved it. Red lipstick and red wine, good friends and the moxie of someone who never gave a care to the world and its opinions. This muse could recite profound words or cultivate images that summoned thought provoking accolades with distinctive images that mirrored and matched her energy, Through difficult time the muse, rose above the matter because her strength allowed her to a beautiful strength with in. Here words would absorb souls to leave a Legacy for the ages Even mullish some would say, her heart was always for those she loved As the sun rose the day she entered this word it had set to usher her into the next, reborn into a place where time and space has no hold, and where she can oversee the rest of our lives through lenses of the universe. The Rose m