My muse is.........

Enrt in the " Reviewers no forced rhymes contest"

Contemplating

Tossing things and words up in the air

Musing states of gray mixtures of brine

I hear the weeping willow weep, but why?

Dark surfaces with silver linings abreast

 

Contending

Why keep at it, this paper penning?

Restlessly tinkering with what you saw

Or heard beneath the mind’s layers

Of salted tidbits and dainty bouquets

 

Compelled

But darkness won’t let me hide

My light must shine undaunted still

For the entire muse is a sweet, sweet bubble

That no killer causes can puncture

Nor chilled gale winds sweep away

 

Contentment

I delight in the fact I own such ingénue

No need of resistance to its temptations

Let flow the rippling verses through time

Let spread, its colors across life’s silken shroud

Burst out with song and praise for the muse!

For the muse is the soul, and my muse is all soul!

Reviews

[Jibey]

This is a wonderful piece of writing... the words flow in an inspired manner and celebrate the strength and flow of the muse's presence... Like a lover within..