My muse is ...

My muse is ...

A Poem by William Liston
"

a scribble in free verse

"
 
My muse is
the faint shadow
between a lonely sigh
and a falling tear

She's the night sky
without its stars,
the beauty in simplicity,
and the seconds 
barely lived 
before a waking dream

She's that moment
before emotions 
reach their palms,
the infinite specks of black
within a 
raven's feather

She's soft but haunting,
as her words,
crackling like shattered glass
beneath a falling sky,
whisper daisies in my ear
I love her more
than I love the sound
of a soft shower
misting grass
in vaporous breaths ~

more than I love the feel
of a woman's 
soft hips and 
smooth thighs
No,
my muse is not
the rose in fresh spring
or a soft blade of grass
in its dark green,

but she is
the radiant mystery
of a flickering candle ~
the sparkling glint in a flaw
like an infant
with one red freckle


© 2017 William Liston


Author's Note

William Liston
This probably makes no sense outside of my own mind, but I'd love to hear your thoughts on this piece. Please leave an honest review. Constructive criticism is welcomed and encouraged.

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I always say that when You write, it's not necessarily that all will understand You, but at the same time they should show respect to Your words. ( to the words in Your note).
As much as this poem is deeply personal, as much as I know that anyone who will come to read will relate and find him/her self within Your gentle words, You glow so brightly here, so elegantly, expressing Your true inner self with all its concepts in such a breathtaking way, it's not about Your muse, but also about You, behind these lines You stand with all Your characters, one persona through the tides, and just faithfully love her as she is, no more or less, because then it will slip from the enchanting ethereal luring perfection You dwell her in, she is a full of contradictions, but these contradictions what inspire You, because life is that way too, she can be heaven... but You wouldn't mind to taste a little bit of her hell too.
Your talent is Your ability to paint emotions with such a purely affective way, really powerful, You are a spiritual person.
My favorite poem of You till now, just perfectly gorgeous, sheer brilliancy!

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

William Liston

7 Years Ago

Light, I think you've explained this poem better than I ever could.
Thank you so much for you.. read more



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Breath bated in suspense, we read and wait
for all the bits to fall into their place.
The story of the muse upon the slate
But nothing comes along to change the pace.

You’ve shown us step by step the heavy sigh
The life-blood being sapped without a hope.
Your muse has stirred our souls and we see why,
We feel this free-verse message (how to cope).


Posted 6 Years Ago


awwww this is a sweet piece of work William and I understand in a way but overall I think this is beautiful

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

William Liston

7 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words. It's truly gratifying to know that you've enjoyed this piece and coul.. read more
DarkArtz 0703

7 Years Ago

it's a pleasure
You've defined the undefinable - that which exists in between.

Between here...and there. Between now...and then. Between.

Well done, and a pleasure to read.



Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

William Liston

7 Years Ago

Hello Carol : )
Thank you for your kind words and for your analysis ... I'm glad this piece c.. read more
I always say that when You write, it's not necessarily that all will understand You, but at the same time they should show respect to Your words. ( to the words in Your note).
As much as this poem is deeply personal, as much as I know that anyone who will come to read will relate and find him/her self within Your gentle words, You glow so brightly here, so elegantly, expressing Your true inner self with all its concepts in such a breathtaking way, it's not about Your muse, but also about You, behind these lines You stand with all Your characters, one persona through the tides, and just faithfully love her as she is, no more or less, because then it will slip from the enchanting ethereal luring perfection You dwell her in, she is a full of contradictions, but these contradictions what inspire You, because life is that way too, she can be heaven... but You wouldn't mind to taste a little bit of her hell too.
Your talent is Your ability to paint emotions with such a purely affective way, really powerful, You are a spiritual person.
My favorite poem of You till now, just perfectly gorgeous, sheer brilliancy!

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

William Liston

7 Years Ago

Light, I think you've explained this poem better than I ever could.
Thank you so much for you.. read more
"She's soft but haunting, as her words, crackling like shattered glass beneath a falling sky,..daisies in my ear"..............WOW..

Great expressions of unconditional Love........


Jazzy...

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

J. J.  Nightingale

7 Years Ago

You are welcome........... and the Image perfectly fits your poem !!! .........
Jazzy
William Liston

7 Years Ago

I'm sooo glad you thought so ... it took me a while to find.
J. J.  Nightingale

7 Years Ago

:).........................................
The greatest inspiration is love or hate, happiness and sorrow. While it's easy to get swept by the waves of love and happiness, it takes deliberate effort to find the beauty in hate and sorrow. I continuously strive to do this, to capture that muse that hides in shadow. Her face is more beautiful at night, her words more easily heard. Beautiful!

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

William Liston

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Linda.
So honest and tender. Exquisite ode to a muse who is magnificent even in her human imperfections. Eloquent words and vivid imagery-"the faint shadow between a lonely sigh and a falling tear...the night sky without stars". Beautiful.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

William Liston

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Annette.
(applauds) I love the mystery. I must admit,I simply love your amazing poetry. You have a brilliant,thoughtful,and creative mind my good sir. :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

William Liston

7 Years Ago

Thank you for your lovely compliments, Raven. I truly appreciate them : )
Raven Moonchild

7 Years Ago

And thank you for sharing your wonderful mind. :)
I think if you really examine this you'll find that there is indeed a deep meaning behind the thoughts. I can feel them, I just don't know how to put it in words.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

William Liston

7 Years Ago

For as long as you feel them, that's what matters.
Thank you for your kind words.
' but she is ~ the radiant mystery ~ of a flickering candle ― the sparkling glint in a flaw ~ like an infant ~ with one red freckle.. '

For me, apart from the gloriously laid words, I feel this is saying that you might not be a prized example of perfection, but TO ME you are utterly perfect because, I love you, I love you, I love you! Perhaps ?

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

William Liston

7 Years Ago

I am soooo glad that you perceive the poem like that, Emma.
Sometime last year, I read throug.. read more

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