Verily, it is! A playground
for the subconscious,
that held us interweaving
its mysteries, believing--
But Brain, vain and pompous
in own stomping ground:
"You try too hard."
. . . . . . . . . . Joyous,
a Being much too wondrous
and far beyond deceiving
now holds us all spellbound
by comprehensive rebound:
dropping signs of her leaving
sight of one so precious!
So, know what My Muse says?
No, but we see her ways!
Author notes
Decades in the writing, but not a prewrite, it is a result of controversy about the legitimacy of personal muses. Trochaic. The immediate precursor of this was inspired by "April's Aporia" by Razi Yusuf.
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You know ...
this is a great poem, but I don't like "saw" in the last line. I think it should be "see".
Anyway, other than that, you've done very well with this. -
Excellent Writing
I see it as being about knowing your own mind, with your Muse as metaphor.
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Metaphor?
Muse, what say you of that?
Waiting, as words flow
to my fingertips, --not pen
that's where it used to go.
Ah, here she comes again:
"Metaphor? What for? It's so
intellectual! An acrobat
expresses muscle mem'ry
rather as if automatic'ly
plugging into all there is
--and was--of Life. See
results, not the process
never meant to impress
but very simply, just to be."
Muse is such a personage,
I've known her all my life.
She wrote my verse before
the schools had taught me how.
Expert wit, her badinage
relieved me of my strife
and acted as my counselor!
REAL so I defend her now.
She simply IS.
Terry
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Interesting ...
but I'm still trying to figure out what it says. I do think you might want to insert "its" here:
in (its) own stomping ground:
Otherwise, I don't see much you should change. This is an interesting write, and reminds me of a painting by Salvador Dali.
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Salvador Dali
Dali may well have been inspired by his own muse, in much this way. Dali is famous for his visual metaphor of the flexibility of Time (the distorted clock-faces.)--or watever else others might suppose. Evidence of several simultanious vanishing-point perspectives and with diverse shadows, several suns equating them would not be alien in his work, I see some of the same effects played upon reality that abstractions in poetry have. Not intended to be directly understood, it calls up different and separate realities and disparities in the same place, bundles their meaning, rather the effect of Bach's baroque fugues, a unity of superimposed ideas. But that would be another poem, equally unintelligible!
About (its), I had that, and deleted it as being inferred already, as abstractions tend to do. I'll think on it some more.
Interesting that you'd have thought of Dali!
And for the flood of disparate thoughts that followed, I Thank You! It was a treat!
Terry
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I see happy as iner accfeptance for what is naw will alway linger inside a smile that comes from waking...thanks so much for your entry
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Just found your comment
Happy is indeed part of inner acceptance; it would be impossible without. With thanks for having inspired its revision!
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Smiles
This is a happy poem - we can be sad only until we notice that nature is joyful. I find flowers are a great consolation. The second stanza is a delight, the third a wonderful mystery. Good luck!
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Thank you, Margaret! (Congratulations on your silver yesterday too! That's great!)
I think that is why the ridicule I got on the mention of my Muse was so tedious. It's great to know where my best stuff comes from, that to labour is futile--and that the fun is available for all if they can just let it happen.
To be fair, I included the history of its most recent inspiration.
Terry
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