Muse

A poem about inspiration, inspired by a friend xD

She wades through the waters,

-of this precious spring.

Found so far from home.

Remembering when it brought her,

-a word she could sing.

Words for her alone.

 

It was here she met her Muse,

-who inspired the desire,

-lighting a fire she could use.

But spring was far away,

-and every day, she would say

Why must I travel so far?

 

The Muse would greet her with a smirk,

“Because I choose if it’ll work,

and this is where I stay.

You can do nothing without me,

-without the words I say.

Are these waters not better,

-than any you’ve drank before?”

But there will come a day,

-she’ll turn and walk away.

She won’t need you anymore.

 

She’ll see the spring is but a lake,

-connected to a river.

And with that knowledge,

-she’ll be delivered.

She’ll know it’s always been.

She can drink from it anywhere,

-drink and drink again.

 

I see her now,

-as she walks through the trees.

She sings her own song,

-without the water she used to need.

She’d only needed it for a time,

-to bring to life the precious seed,

Already in her heart.

 

One day she’ll stumble past the Muse,

-alone and barren and unused,

asking her why she left.

She’ll sing her song, and so explain:

A Muse should never abuse,

-a Muse should never be vain.

Because the waters of inspiration,

-are not a spring, or a river.

It’s the blood from within our hearts,

-its flowing from within her.

Author's Note

Wrote this with a specific person in mind. Be sure to let me know what you guys think of it. This was all for fun really, but I hope you enjoy it ^^

Reviews

[C.C. Marx]

beautiful poem I particularly like the last stanza the best but the details are phenomenal and the whole idea of the muse is great nice job :)

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you, as always ^^

[C.C. Marx]

Your very welcome always a pleasure :)

[Melody Telleria]

The Muse would greet her with a smirk,

“Because I choose if it’ll work,

and this is where I stay.

You can do nothing without me,

-without the words I say.

"Are these waters not better,

-than any you’ve drank before?”

But there will come a day,

-she’ll turn and walk away.

She won’t need you anymore"

I interpret this Muse as a person in my life who inspired me to start writing again and I started relying on this person's opinion and feeling the need the have this person around and eventually I realized I was becoming so dependant that I froze when I couldnt have this person's mind involved in my writing.
I learned to disattach myself and molded my mind to be able to thrive on its own. This poem brought me back to that time when I was starved for opinions and when I realized that I don't write to please others, I write to please my soul.

[MachinaWriter]

That's it, exactly. Our hearts are our greatest muse.

[Kelsey]

Written for fun, you say? My, this was beautiful. It made my mind wander a bit, and in a good way. Eventually we all grow out of the things we appreciate most, and it's a sad thing, to think that the things that mean the most to us and do us the most good, are eventually just things that used to do that for us. Eventually we move on, leaving them in our past and finding something new. Amazing job, as always - I really enjoyed this. x

[MachinaWriter]

lol Well, I'm glad you could draw something out of it. That means a lot. Thanks for reading it. As always, I appreciate the review ^^

[Southern Cross]

"The Muse would greet her with a smirk,
“Because I choose if it’ll work,
and this is where I stay.
You can do nothing without me,
-without the words I say."......Some of us believe this for too long..The muse must come from within and without. I am learning this as I grow.. Delicate words ..A delicate emotion..Beautifully written words of encouragement.

[MachinaWriter]

I'm glad you like it. I was hoping you would. Our heart is our first muse. It tells us which of the others we should listen to.