to my Muse

a passing fancy

I am a plain brown bird

singing off-kilter

through the darkness.

I wonder at your tribute

as it wafts upward

on these cold nights.

Those words

make me stronger

than I am.

 

My heart flutters

at the starshine heat.

 

May be

     I will fly . . .

Reviews

[JA!DEN*FROST]

What stood out the most to me was the "may be".
That line was special because you didn't simply write "maybe". You spaced it out.
"May" you used as an expression of wish.
"Be" you used in expression to exist.

That was amazing. I have to admit.
Sometime the little things stand out the most. Brilliant work. :}

[paul]

to my Muse... what an idea.
usually it's the muse to us.
wow. more beautiful words.
how do you find? so many ?

[Ms. Gruye]

what a lovely battle cry, my friend.
I am particularly fond of these lines:

I wonder at your tribute
as it wafts upward
on these cold nights.

viva la

[Jeff Loquist]

Here i am back again. Still love this...I've often wondered what it would feel like to have a muse...or even to be one...hmmm

[Tate Morgan]

vERY SWEET

[Alicante lullaby]

those words make me stronger than i'm...loved this soft yet passionate tribute to your muse...you'll fly...

[Tina Kline]

A beautiful poem to a brown bird. I find this quite charming and a deeper meaning behind it to this brown bird. The brown bird gives hope to someone.

[Jeff Loquist]

The strange thing is I keep coming back to this and have never left a review...not because it doesn't deserve on but because there isn't one good enough

[Stephen Scaggs]

Dear Ms. Emily Burns,

Thank you dearly for entering my contest: Silhouettes. It is with great pleasure that I now read you work. Thank you for sharing with me, this piece of writing, your reader.

The flow of this poem is it's key feature as it runs down from the first line to line fifteen (including the spaces.) Though it is not exactly what I was getting at in my contest, it is worth a honorable mention as it does fall into at least the spirit of what I was getting at. I love the simple descriptive words that create rhythm and depth. "My heart flutters at the starshine heat." Maybe starshine could be moonlight? And metaphorical poems are good. Don't be discouraged ever in writing and always grow to be your best. 8.5/10.

Thanks again!

Sincerely,
S. W. Scaggs

[Salvatore Buttaci]

For some reason I got a lump in my throat, reading this poem. I always marvel at the simply told poem that holds in its lines enough truth to move mountains.