The Muse

She will come Alone -

Unknown

to quietly sit beside me

I've always known

she was home

But her presence- she denies me

on the staircase she slips by me

never once do our eyes meet

indefinitely

she has left me

gone to roam

exactly how she flees

I've never known

But she can't ever fully let me go

this is her home

and when I am finally alone

she is there to surprise me

as our eyes meet, something within us completes

my speech turns into a beat

a flow I can't control

my feet march to her beat

and I am hers to mold

whatever I am told

that I will be

for she IS me

the best personality I have

but its a trap and I know that

she cant help but disown me

leaving me lonely, only to return and re-burn

the fire inside on which her coals rest coldly

and boldly I wait to take the bait

solely in faith

that one day

we may create something great

Reviews

[Rikkevi Rue]

Ah, now this speaks. With the flicking tart whip of introspective that haunts every real artist. And the art is all in how we express it. Emotion here speaks louder than words, and it's purity substantiates the reality of it, though the sentiment is palpable. You will become a great poet if you never turn aside from that passionate yearning.

Many poets master the arrangement of words, but the gnawing perplexity that frequents the ones who rise to the top must be innate in the writer. Your compunction to resolve the paradox is a great gift. Don't betray it and you will excel.

[A.marie.speaks]

Thank you for reading and your comments! Sometimes it is nothin more than a flicker in the darkest night but I'm trying my hardest to follow it! I live for the times when it burns brighter than any sun and I'm able to revel in its light and beauty! Keeping that torch lit and passing it on for others to light their way is the poet's struggle!

[Rikkevi Rue]

So true. Thank you for writing!

[Willard Wells]

Sometime in life we do become our own muse, but the mind plays trick and the muse changes to keep us on our toes. Love yourself first no matter what the muse may think. Nicely done.

[A.marie.speaks]

Thank you!

[Autumn Lyric]

this is lovely... I truly love when the muse arrives to run through my mind and the fire there is relentless and the words just have to come out, right? Thank you for sharing your wonderful poem

[A.marie.speaks]

Thank u for reading! I live for those times when the fires are raging and you just can't contain them

[Gee]

Never mind the great,some days anything will suffice.Very well penned A marie

[A.marie.speaks]

how right you are! thanks for reading!

[Gee]

No probs......

[andrew mitchell]

Wow What A captivating read, nicely done!:)

[A.marie.speaks]

thank you!