she whispers her consent
and I fly aloft among these thoughts with wings
she touches my soul
and I am aflame with such powerful dreams of omnipotence
that translate into magic
she cajoles and tempts me with her promises
of endless words that flow like heady wine
until the well becomes a trickle
and my thoughts scatter like dead leaves in a sudden storm
I am desolate
with out her to woo and court me once more
her moods are contrary
and violent as sudden death
yet...
she is as gentle as an angel's sigh
and fills me such wonder and awe
my muse of shadows and light
who asks so much of me
and gives until I burst
my serendipity lover
whose wants far outstrip my own
and the price I pay with
is my soul...
Author notes
I wrote this about my personal muse... who owns me body and soul...
A contest entry
- Evoking The Muse - Evening Contest by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended June 14, 2007, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The Muse by someones-muse.
480 points, ended August 22, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - A Muse Me by Sensual Sapphire.
1300 points, ended August 12, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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And what does the rest of the world do when faced with such beauty? Do they weep or laugh? Are they struck dead with the magnitude of it? These words are beautiful and a fitting tribute to the one who drives
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i like the felling good write thank you for the poe
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oh I see this placed gold, congrats! It's a lovely poem. I love the similies in it. Nicely done once again.
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Perfect. Very deserving gold! Congratulations.
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"she cajoles and tempts me with her promises
of endless words that flow like heady wine
until the well becomes a trickle
and my thoughts scatter like dead leaves in a sudden storm
I am desolate"
Ooohhh, gorgeous penning, my Friend...The Muse tempts us all with her seductive ways, it seems...Congratulations on a well~spun gold...
Wanda
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Oh, this is stunnign writing..... I feel as if my Muse is the same... I have surrendered to her.
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Lovely
This is a very nice piece that reminds me quite a bit of my own muse. She seems to be in a bit of a tiff with me. =D I really enjoyed reading this poem, you did a great job.
Peace and Love,
K.
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