
“Muse Woman” – Image from hdwallpapers.com
calliope pipes pump out epics
streaming miles of stanzas
heroically urged
through eras of brainwave conception
bearded principles chase trending glory
across vellum theaters
syllabic swords clash
throwing epitaph-worthy cold sparks
euterpian harps extrude lyrics
vibrating choruses
hairpin refrains
varnished gastroliths plucked from sweet soil
cloying earthen emotions float skyward
clouding indisposed ears
moist trivial mist
sucking reason through struggling gills
my own nameless muse breathes impatience
weaves a few dozen lines
on her busiest loom
dropping threads of conventional forms
using handy truth-dyed wild metaphor
volition’s own fingers
paint upon textiles
draping self-portraits on copular eyes
Wicked!
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thanks, marlon
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Fantastic !!! 🙂
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thanks, Morgan
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Funny how our muses use us all so differently…
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because different is how God made us, I believe
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Yes indeed!
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Wow, so much to like in this. “Hairpin refrains”, “cloying earthen emotions”, and all of the last 2 stanzas. I am curious that your own muse is “nameless”–really?
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I’m lucky to have many named muses, but for most of my poems, I honestly have no idea where they come from
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God’s gifts, maybe.
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He has given me much
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Those last 3 stanzas really stand out to me. They could stand alone.
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thanks most kindly, Melanie
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