To My Muse, I Cannot Name
you were the voice I answered
in childhood, my safe haven,
swooping angel enticing me,
dragging me through
hallways of ancient memory,
clearing my eyes
to see what could be
hidden behind the ordinary
so many doors & storms
to open & fly through,
you guided me, showing me
how lightning can attach
to nerve endings,
how kaleidoscopic colors
surround everything,
how pain takes many forms
& how every stage
of my metamorphosis
can bleed onto paper
under your eye, I am safer,
clouds billow in pictures,
every space is an aether
for a new voyage,
a creative endeavor,
every night is
the right time to stay alive
I abandon you sometimes,
shut my mind from your
influence while I
let sporadic thought
gain perspective, significance
you call from every corner,
wait patiently for me
to endure another reverie;
I am a mere sojourner
traveling by your precious insight,
navigating darkness,
shunning light,
hoping for a rainy day
to stir my empty heart,
to set my soul aright
you’re there little ghost,
giant ocean wave, spirit song,
you dance in concentric circles,
beg me to follow along,
& I comply to save
myself from despairing
for too long
Thistle Thoughts 
What a wonderful portrayal of your muse! 💕
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Thanks, Laura! 🙂💜
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I haven’t checked in for a while because life got hold of me there for a little bit and because you weren’t writing much for a while. Just turned on site notifications (thought it was on…) So glad to see you’re being more prolific. Hope you are doing/feeling well!
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I’m hanging in here. 👍
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I love the raw power of these words especially, “every space is an aether
for a new voyage,
a creative endeavor,
every night is
the right time to stay alive.”
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Thank you, Victoria
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Beautiful illustration. I like the muse showing that “lightning can attach
to nerve endings.”
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Thanks so much for reading!
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Beautiful.
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Thank you, Ruth 💚
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I’d not have survived without my imagination. So I suppose I’m glad that it’s there even though in some ways I feel it’s been a curse, preventing me from leading a financially productive life.
~cie from poetry of the netherworld~
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Splendid personification of your muse !! 🙂
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Thanks so much! 💜
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Possibly the best poetry blog on wordpress -keep on posting!
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome
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What a beautiful poem! So well-written! So wonderfully the writing flows! And your lines are charged with meaning! I also liked the joyous ending! Loved reading this poem very much!
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