MuseA Poem byIt has been a long time since I wrote poetry
Before I proceed to present the actual poem itself I believe it is essential I place this paragraph as a logical explanation to the veneration of muses. The very main reason for artisans perfecting their craft is to venerate their muse through their craft. It is deep and profound for us to describe our muse through art and yet look back and constantly realize that it is not good enough. It can never be good enough. We therefore constantly work on evolving our craft to the next higher level, constantly seeking to realize that our opus gives happiness to the muse. It is a selfless tribute with a very selfish motive. Artisans are constantly found to enjoy knowing their muse was pleased with their works. We live for the happiness of our muse, whose happiness makes us further alive. Our immortality lives alongside the immortality of our muse. … It is in the very humble request I offer my piece, To my dearest muse whose very joy I thrive, At each piece written, And each word pondered, Can it ever do justice to what is felt? Can it ever do justice to what is seen beyond? Has there been enough words to impart? We are constantly seeking these transcendental words and verses, Elevate to the next higher level… It is but difficult to ponder upon, The idea that comparing our muse to the supernova, Could ever do enough justice, To the brightest stars, And even to the rose, All that is being… And yet they crave to be described such, Even if justice shows none comparable, To that even Beauty envies, Transcendental is a state of staring at the sky, To see infinity… And infinity can go vast, As infinity is vast, And the craft will constantly seek perfection, To remain immortal, Alongside its muse… © 2008Reviews
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