MuseA Poem by Molly
Muse singing softly, whispering in my ear lines unwritten and poems unheard, please stop distracting me! For your light and power blind me, compel me to write and write and write, each scratch of the pen fed with the blood of my beating self, and prevent me from living in the physical world. Each firework blast of inspiration that you rain into my head is so lovely and beautiful that I am temporarily removed from my lesser reality and am violently propelled into a world of golden light and peaceful warmth. Muse, thou lovely, beautiful lady, flit quietly, flying quite close to my head, unfairly invisible, sweetly whispering to me of explosive hues, magnificent scenes of epicry, and of strings of words needed by mankind. I am your willing servant, mouthpiece for the ideas, feelings, and abstractions you are full to bursting with, but your trumpet is tired! Exhausted from its heavy load though it relishes the labor. My tether to this world, already so frayed and weathered, weakens each time you whisper your words of inspiration. Is it your wish to remove me? To take me from this world I love into golden, sunlit divinity? Muse, though I love you, sincerely and deeply, don’t take me away just yet, for I have responsibilities and have not lived to my FULL potential. There are still places for me to explore, lovers for me to woo. And forget you not that there is one out there who needs me to be his muse; simply, I have life yet to live.
keep whispering to me, but realize that though I love you, I have others to love too. © 2008 MollyReviews
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Added on February 26, 2008AuthorMollyAboutI write to write. Not for you. Not even for me sometimes. Inspiration just hits me, and I'll write it down. Sometimes what I write concerns the present, people I know or things I've seen. And other t.. more..Writing
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