What Makes A Poet Sing?

(when the muse calls)

I can not say for sure why I

can sing with words but can not hit

a single note in perfect tune.

From where it comes I do not know,

those random musings that appear

at times intrusive, sometimes rude.

When I am far removed from all

that's light and bright with daily life,

she seeks me out in dark of night,

when shadows fall on bedroom walls

or when in wonderment I search

the heavens with their clustered stars.

My senses gripped, my mind is stirred

for answers that I'll never find

and then a stream of thoughts will flow,

a trickle first and then a flood

like leeches with their love of blood

she'll cling to me and won't let go.

But when I have a pen in hand,

I own the world as I see fit.

I own the strengths and worst of it.

From my perspective readers see

the blackened soot or threads of gold

that weave my blend of tapestry.

Reviews

[Jon Roggie]

Noticed this on the feed, and I am glad I took the time to read it.
Each of us has our own muse, and inspires us in many ways.
I know for me it was a way to relax after a long shift in the kitchen.
It gave a different type of creativity to have a chance.
Nice to see what inspires you!

[Chris Shaw]

So sorry I missed this review three years ago Jon. Better late than never. Thank you my friend. read moreSo sorry I missed this review three years ago Jon. Better late than never. Thank you my friend.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

A lovely poem Chris and I can relate…sometimes my mind is totally blank…noypt a noe or a thought or a fleeting word comes to mind and then in the wee hours, when black ess falls and not a stir in the house, something comes to mind and I can’t write fast enough…thoughts just spill all over and I wrote them down to make sure I remember them the next morn….and it happens always in the wee hours….strange
Best
B.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Words seem infinite when trying to convey thoughts than span the generations. Thankfully, we never tire of trying to express ourselves, trying to find news ways of writing to convey what others find difficult to express. We are truly mirrors of one another, ever reflecting, ever penning. Well done, Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Linda for sharing your thoughts. Much appreciated.

Chris

[Soren]

I can identify with this in every way. I often find myself getting out of bed to write something down before it evaporates into the night. So true, I love music as well but am not a singer but my words come out in verse and prose.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Soren. Pleased you could relate to these words. An older poem out for a breath of fresh air.

Chris

[Soren]

Most welcome Chris

[Ladysue]

Your pen sings effortlessly and written creatively . The muse does what she wants for sure. Wish mine was a bit more intrusive but as your poem says when the muse comes, ‘my senses gripped.’ That line speaks to me as does these lines..’when shadows fall on bedroom walls or when in wonderment I search the heavens with their clustered stars’ that has so much truth to it and what a beautiful way to put it. Loved it..

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Ladysue for your welcome and thoughtful review. Pleased you stopped by today.
read moreMany thanks Ladysue for your welcome and thoughtful review. Pleased you stopped by today.

Chris

[Ladysue]

My pleasure, Chis. Enjoyed the read..

[W. Barrett Munn]

We who write must surely be introverts as we spend so much time inside ourselves, our contact with the outside world in the tip of a pen. Well done, Chris.

Winston

[Chris Shaw]

I think you may be right there Winston. Something some of us writers have in common. Thanks for stopping by to review this older poem.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

“When in Wonder I touch the Heavens with their clustered Stars…” is by far the epitome of Dreams. Love the way you take us to a better atmosphere where Angels 🎶 sing. gently, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pat when I wrote this poem my muse was certainly at her most creative. Thank you for your beautiful thoughts. An older poem out for a breath of air. 🌺

Chris

[Lisasview]

Oh dear Chris, love this one... as I do most of what you write. I believe that you wreathe first poet I read when I first started last year posting...
And, quite honestly i have never been disappointed.
I feel through each poem I read of yours I am more and more connected to you and your life...family, etc.
Now isn't that something!
Lisa

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Lisa, your review is warming. Thank you lovely lady in Spain. You lift my spirits with your words. Have a lovely day. 💐

Chris

[Lisasview]

You are most welcome dear Chris!!

[willweb]

I believe you have answered the titled question here my friend. Inspiration or the muse as people call her comes when she wants and when she does, music fills the mind of the poet as their pens begin singing the sweetest songs. Nice one Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you will. Pleased you enjoyed this older poem out for a breath of fresh air. Always good to have a visit from you.

Chris

[red93]

Beautiful Work C, and how cleverly you have brought these threads together. Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Tony for all your encouragement. You are very much appreciated.

Chris