My Dead Muse
My dead muse is a lover, a goddess an aberration
a half-forgotten dream, an ill-begotten circumstance;
real or imagined,
Joy, pain longing were conceived between her thighs
Nothing compares, to the memory of my muse
even a single string of her golden hair drips Ambrosia
and at the end of deaths' mystery, she stands, smiling
cold, silent, smoking a cigarette, rosy from the rest
in that wooded sanctum, she is looking for redemption
to serve, to love, and hurt, my ravaged soul, again;
Shall I quicken her serpent skin, to taste this venom--
she is an outcast, put outside the walls of that gilded city
holding my secrets to her chest, with coy indifference?
My dead Muse, she is a puppet on a string, waiting for words
and perhaps I am merely a desperate masochist,
for, inside her mercurial legacy, I still find comfort and rest
This, to God alone, I often take the time to openly confess
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sis Cherie, I will always find a way to post on here; if I choose to keep being a good boy, D, just for your comments, they are delicious, good gosh darn, some southern phrases needed lol.... I just love them (I hate boring uninspiring comments, what is the freaking point? but that may be subjective, just saying, please forgive my rude language) all kidding aside, this one was written quickly, about an hour; fast for me, and I was just trying to entertain; not trying to invent a new language or emotion, this time.... wow, thanks again, I enjoyed reading your comment more than reading my poem for the tenth time, cheers sis, enjoy your evening, you really should be getting paid for what you bring to the table...the best poet and the best commenter, not fair, lol
Hey MAMMA JAMMA!!........perhaps you ARE a masochist!! (lol)...........I have to agree with Cherie ~ your word choices and phrasing are always very original.......... and in this case the entire idea is unique....... at least I've never read anything quite like it......... gotta say brother........I enjoyed the hell out of this......... she was beating the hell out of you ~ just had to see how it turned out (smiles).......... you really are a great wordsmith and I thoroughly enjoyed this !!.............high fives my friend!!...........T xo
Hey Chris definitely a different read , been feeling kind of dead lately myself
But reading this strange but wicked piece may just spark some
Inspiring life in me yet, much love nardine xo.
lil sis, wut up? I know what you mean, I go through long stretches of being completely uninspired, but working with my hands puts my mind back in good places, thanks for the compliment, about this one being different, sometimes a poet just have to step aside and let the words lead in the dance, lol, hey a poem about a poet dancing with words, I suppose the words have to lead though, all kidding aside, poetry is in the very air we breathe, remember the story about Paul McCarney, and how he dreamt the words and melody to the song, Yesterday? woke up and sang the song he heard in a dream, to everyone around him, he was convinced it was an 'old' song, but everybody told him, no, they had never heard it before, and it is probably the most listened to song on the radio, could it be that easy? happy day, sis from across the sea and down under....latz
Hey Chris, lovely sad crazy twisted interesting write. Great job. Thanks for sharing. Warm regards. Cheers.
hey T, lol, perhaps I'm convinced I am a masochist if you only knew, my friend....thanks for comment, yeah the idea was conceived out of sheer frustration, I wrote three different versions of one poem, and hated with a passion all of them, my pen was being moved by an old muse, and I thought it was more than a bit pathetic, I hate the idea of thinking of someone, or something, lol, who really couldn't care less if you were dead or alive, hence the concept of the 'dead muse, only in reverse, lol....cheers bro, have good evening, hey, T, love that show, Chicago's Best, I know all the best places to eat in Chitown, one of these days, I'm coming down, chill the brewskies, lol...
Lily Mae, lol, you are too funny, and yes, the image is more than strange...thanks fer stopping by, and you are everyone's muse....cheers
thanks, Cleo, I sent out a 'thank you' message before, it never went through....I always appreciate your comments, doc....hugs, have a great day
Jeremy, very encouraging words, my friend, thanks a ton, have great day, I'm still not quite where I want to be with formatting, but starting to feel it more and more, on a whole, poetry is very challenging for me at times, my mind still wants the poem to make perfect sense before I release it, it can be frustrating, must be the control freak in me, I'm still a work in progress....would like one day to write a poem and not edit a word, and be completely satisfied after reading, so far, still a dream, lol... thanks again....cheers
Chris this is an amazing write
thanks Lisa, to be honest, I very proud of this one, it was fun to write as well...cheers