Muse

October 8, 2018

Flourishes & Whorls

When I first made your acquaintance
my hand wrapped ’round you
and found warmth & light

even though a tiny fragment of cedar
I minded not the lustrous feel of
your soft black carbon
within

as I grasped you time & time again
my muse trembled in anticipation
as she watched gradations of lines
forming

creating magic with loops curving
in every direction
to give life to every breath I
inhaled & exhaled

giving substance to the wind
to the very universe of which
the rotating earth is
contained

with each flourish & curve
you became as putty in my hand
as burning fuel for my muse

whereupon the light of day
merged with the dark of night
transforming sunrises
sunsets

igniting the embers in my soul
within my heart
into a flame

I have kept you close since
that crucial moment
the dawning of
a single
letter

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

One Letter

September 23, 2018

“The Spritely Muse”

words that tumbled ’round
her head as a child
still do

making mischief like tiny sprites
trading a wooded glade
to tease her hence

a whirlwind of cacophony
flickering, not staying still
try as she might
to pin them down

like dust these letters sneak
into every tight corner
of every room

only the rooms are within
her head with dull eyes
the corners misshapen
dark and foreboding

each letter playing tag
‘you’re it!’
as she feels a tingling
a light touch

as they frantically
try to meld again
and again

to ignite a spark
bursting brightly
into poetic imagery
brilliant

but as her head pivots
she only glimpses
she is not keen enough
as swiftly
they
disappear

Some Image Taken From Public Domain To Create As Art

March 31, 2017September 2, 2017

A Siphon For Dreams

The night is a siphon for dreams
drifting thru stars & moonbeams

nudging in its’ turn each muse
igniting imaginations’ fuse

visiting angels night’s shadows
a lighting of a candles’ tallow

This is in response to Jamie Dedes’ Wednesday Prompt. You can see more of this post at https://jamiededes.com/2017/03/29/but-not-the-night-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The image below was taken from Morgue File & Digitized by Myself.

October 15, 2016September 2, 2017

Eddies Along The Tide

i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are but passing glances in a crowd

we are some of us but onlookers
those eddies along the tide

at times we are in the middle
funneled down in the churning mass

at times we break free in a quest
for our soul’s solace, peaceful rest

i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are but passing glances in a crowd

music soothes me wrapped in its’ notes
talking to my restless muse in repose

night is filled as an ebony blackboard
only ever broken by the swift tide

i listen as the current takes them
much as rapids toward the waterfall

i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are but passing glances in a crowd

i also know that each life i do touch
will change the life i am living

i will emerge from the whirling funnel
though i may be going against the tide

i will embrace each moment of silence
let it surround me with its’ song

i will cherish each life that touches me
even as they vanish with morning sun

i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are passing glances in a crowd

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

swift-current

July 26, 2016

MY MISTRESS

On the mountains of Washington
fields of wildflowers
cut a swath through my memory
as do the sandy beaches
my native California bearing

Inspiration comes in slices
not always the juiciest fruit
my muse won’t be blighted
by the guise of petulant youth

I sought solace in all beauty
the thundering of a waterfall
the perpetual volley of waves
speechless innuendoes calling
only a tumultuous roar

Nature has become my mistress
breathing soothing sultry calm
capturing a dissident muse
held within her arms

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Ocean

June 23, 2016

THE MUSE & ORDER

She learned from youth on
to mind the dust and
to always clean thus
with order in mind

for every Saturday was time
to take vacuum in hand
with dust rags plenty
to clean with a flurry

let there be no mistake
as the minutes ticked by
no particle of dust
should be left behind

so to this very day
in order to hear her muse
neatness & order will prevail
or havoc of thought pursue

if floors are not cleaned
or dishes washed to put away
her muse will not come
she will wait another day

@ June 2016
Renee Espriu

I have yet decided again to construe my own take on the Wednesday prompt at Jamie Dede’s site https://musingbymoonlight.com/ showing what it is like to be very obsessive/compulsive when it comes to keeping everything neat and in order and still try to write. It is no wonder my muse and I have a bit of a time getting together.

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Clean and Organized