Muse

I came across you in my dreams last night

I heard you speak in hushed tones.

Sleep departed from my tired eyes

And I whispered back , "Here I am".

 

During the day you wrestle with wayword words
And in the darkness of night you struggle within
the puzzle-piece labyrinth of your dreams.

"Why do you keep my inspiration apart from me?"

And like Jacob, I struggled heroically,

Determined to take back my wayward words,

At least until my Muse goes away with my dreams.

 

Reviews

[J. Hampton]

An intriguing rendition of the search for ones' muse
So many have written on this...

Love the analogy to Jacob

Keep wrestling for it don't we ?
we must....

ironically it haunts us from sleep
and eludes us by day

Font change and bolding...really made the irony pop

Blesssssssssssss

[Danilo Ašanin / ..]

Astonishing :O

[Siddhartha]

Such are the charms of poetry. It takes you to places you have never seen and gives you wings. Your words are wonderful and exquisite. If only our muses would stay with us forever and lead us through the labyrinth of emotions.

[Jeff Loquist]

and i whispered back, "here i am".

[Lilith des Cavernes]

Wow... really great piece. This one is overtly powerful. Well done!

[Michelle Tarnowski]

What you have written is very acurate in how the subconscious comes through in our dreams. The way you describe the quality of the dream as "the puzzle-piece labyrinth" is wonderful. This is a beautiful piece.

[a donkey, briefly]

exquisite

[Jibey]

I love to wrestle in my dreams... and the spirit enters my soul as I rise heavenwards...

[Ed Hart]

music...Muse-ic!...sing song of many colors...there, be a humming bird...open wide the sailing air...

[fireblossom]

At times we struggle with our angel muse. Our hip may slip from its socket but we hold on until the light comes.

Well put.

[E. A. Fielder]

I love the wordplay in this piece. I really like how I can see imagery yest there is little in the poem. I like it a lot.