Disquieting Muses

Giorgio de Chirico is the inspiration, via dversepoets.com

For weeks I thought my days of writing were over. Inspiration had packed its bags and without so much as a goodbye had left me, taking with it the only thing I thought had been genuinely mine, my voice. There is a price to pay to be in the company of a muse, a disguieting surrender of ego, to allow your soul to stretch its muscles, to expose its underbelly. To be vulnerable to the electric feel of an aura brushing up against yours, exchanging impulses like smiles that light up the eyes - yes - and create an interpretation of the inner turmoil that ensues is breathtaking. Soon, like the most fiendish of narcotics, it becomes an addiction, this disquieting muse, a lover that keeps her eyes open as you kiss juicy lips with passion unbridled. Your ardor multiplies as she becomes indifferent to your supplication, and the shadows stretch long across your path as you realize it's just no use, she won't be pleased. One day, you find yourself looking for something you lost but you never find it because you aren't sure what it was to begin with, and you begin to think maybe it was never here at all. You see your reflection in the glass but the place where your face is supposed to be is like an empty canvas, and you're left with a choice: wait for the next muse to lay brush to palette, or do it yourself. The measure of your value lay in the lessons that you learn, the choices that you make, that which you keep and those you discard. What is left is the concentrated pigment of your imagination, fertile with images yet to be dreamed. What is left is the model form upon which you drape your needs like garments to emulate her presence, the presence of inspiration derived solely from within.

And yet, shadows remain even in the absence of their makers.

Reviews

[Mariko]

Quite luscious. I have been here before.
Minor editor's note: The measure of your value lay in the lessons that you learn, the choices that you make, that which you keep and those you discard.

Lay vs. Lie - You lay something down... Some object lies down.

So the value lies in the lesson that you learn...

The other thing I would say is that you have a lot of heavy ideas that are scrunched up in the formatting right now. I know that it's a b***h to try to get blog-writing to "format" properly - so I'm not faulting you for this - but I would just break up some of your ideas into paragraphs so they are easier for the eyes and brain to digest.

And I would get rid of the last line entirely. It's a cool line - but that's just it... it's in there to be cool... like the kids hanging out on corners, dressed in black, smoking cigarettes. They're lounging there to look cool but they really aren't serving any purpose in life... Best for it to be put to good purpose somewhere where it fits - and that isn't here.

[dw817]

Inspiration will always be at the tip of your quill and your tongue if you can remember one thing. Life is a precious gift. Enjoy and record in memory every second of it. You have lived to this day an amazing and incredible life - you just have to reach within to pull out the story that's yearning to be told.

That is your inspiration, your experience, your hopes, your dreams - they will always be there for you. :)

[knightcall]

Definitely your philosophy coming through here. It's compacted into one paragraph, not giving us a pause to your punches. That lends an intensity to this write, but there's also a drop of sweetness.