Tuesday, July 20, 2021

the muse & i

 


smelling of dark violets, messy hair leans over my shoulder

hand-knotting threads, tumbling unkempt, wayward as she

whose red lips startles me, whose eyes look eerily familiar, i

wait for her to drawl or holler at me her moon-kept secrets

but she is silent, leaves me empty pages & pink crumbs of doubts 

come dawn, she nudges me, to walk outside & breathe in the rain, i

do, inhaling tendril of knotweeds, lace puff of wild carrots, seeds

of myself



Wild Carrot & Grape Leaves
@EverydayAmazing


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics, Who's Your Muse by host Ingrid of Experiements in Fiction.   My own personal muse(s) have been changing over time but I guess it is part of my journey.   Thank you for your visits.

17 comments:

  1. Ah, this is so lovely! I adored these lines especially:

    "whose red lips startles me, whose eyes look eerily familiar, i

    wait for her to drawl or holler at me her moon-kept secrets

    but she is silent..."

    It's very vibrant too.

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  2. 'seeds

    of myself' - an apt description for the Muse's sowing! I love your description of this dark character entwined with Nature who teases until morning...

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  3. So, so gorgeous, Grace.

    Love these:

    “she nudges me, to walk outside & breathe in the rain, i

    do, inhaling tendril of knotweeds, lace puff of wild carrots, seeds

    of myself”

    “smelling of dark violets, messy hair”

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  4. Blogger ate my comment lunch ... If muses are mirrors, how can they not change as we deepen into our work? I love the moist anima-breath here, so close to the poet's own, accompanying the lesson. - B

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  5. Well this is just a fine evocation of the Muse!

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  6. Nicely done! A muse with moon-kept secrets is not my help. Love the pink crumbs of doubt...

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  7. Very lovely, Grace.

    You've made me curious! Why are the crumbs of doubts pink? Do they also come in other colors? :)

    Yours,
    David

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  8. "...i
    wait for her to drawl or holler at me her moon-kept secrets
    but she is silent,..."

    She gives and withholds at her whim is so true. I loved that line.

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  9. Me .. Myself .. I. Grace, you are a Muse among muses.

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  10. I'm only guessing that the muse is your daughter, but whomever she is I love her delicate influence on you. Beautiful poem, Grace.

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  11. I love moon kept secrets and seeds of myself.

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  12. "empty pages & pink crumbs of doubts "
    My favourite images

    Muchđź’ślove

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  13. It is a part of the journey...love it.

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  15. "empty pages & pink crumbs of doubts"

    Love this poem, Grace!

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  16. ooohooo. the pink crumb of doubts. <3 this is so good. and then the calming ending. seeds of myself. how good.

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