An Ode to My
Muse
Where do the
words come from
That express
my life
My hope
The essence
of me
That my soul
spits out
Not sensible
but making
oh so much
sense
Regrets
Maybe
Not so much
as joy and
Fleeting
moments of happiness
Wrapped up in
relationships and
Memories and
I don't want
my life to be over
I want to
live for the now
And for the
future
And I want my
words to flow
To tell
stories of my essence
To betray the
existence of my soul
With reckless
abandon
Where do the
words go
When they
leave my mind
Do they
frolic and
Dance
And cavort
with intent
So that a
piece of me
Makes oh so
much
Sense to
another
I wrote this
in honor of my muse, who sometimes pushes nonsense through my fingertips…and
hopefully, sometimes whispers in my ear a few things that are worth pondering.
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A lovely muse.
ReplyDeleteRYN: The piece was written as the hopes seen through a child's eyes, of wishes and fairies and magic in the world. Not as an adult. :)
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I am glad that you are writing your words, listening to your muse. They do tell the story of one's essence if one listens and continues to write. Your poetry IS you! I enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteMuch respect to your muse and you for this frank poem. There the bit where you seem to be trying to tell your muse what you wish to accomplish and instead it seems to go off in some direction it wants (and the muse does that). And which you follow up to ask and wonder how it works. Interesting and can relate to wondering at one's muse. Thanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteMy muse speaks and I write, wondering where it is coming from. Your clarity is eye opening. Enjoyed this fully. Thank you ...
ReplyDeleteAndrea @ From The Sol
Lovely........worth pondering for sure:)
ReplyDeletethis entertained and amused me. I wrote of the words this week, too! Synchronicity!
ReplyDeletehttp://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2012/04/08/words-work-like-that/
I've been wanting to start a series of poems to my muse, and am currently stuck on what to name here! Having said that, it was a pleasure to be a fly on the wall, as it were, on your own conversation, and to see where it led. Fascinating insight!
ReplyDeleteLoved it. So true.
ReplyDeleteYes, let us listen to the muse and write what he or she says. I think you have a good idea of your inspiration...let your pen write the words ~
ReplyDeleteSometimes I want to kick my muses ass....but mostly, she just whispers in my ear and when I start to write, tells me how good my glasses look. Loved this.
ReplyDeleteI listen to my muse and write her whispers releasing them to be interpreted however led by the reader...love this piece
ReplyDeleteSometimes I wish I could sit down and have a heart-to-heart with my muse, too.
ReplyDeletefleeting moments of happiness... caught for eternity in a poem. :)
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