aMUSEd

My morning thoughts. Not to be taken as my greatest work.

Who is it that makes this up?

Where does it come from, really

Vibrant, poignant words I don't speak

Strange stories and stranger verses

A stranger must be to blame

I suppose I will go with the crowd

And call her, simply, Muse

 

At night, she'll wake me from sleep

Take me by the hand and tell me

There is work to be done

I must relay what she

Would have shared

And I must do it

Just right

NOW

 

Reluctant hands clatter on the keys,

Mind still slumbering in truth

Muse in control of what I say

I write? No, I translate from

A language I don't even know

With my waking mind

 

I'm writing this poem, sure

Yet, honestly, half the time?

I shouldn't even take credit

For it was Muse's work,

Entirely

 

How often I regret her intrusion

Into my mind, my sleep, my time

Forcing me to emote

Avoidance makes me mad

All the next day

Struggling to find

Muse's voice again

 

I  write?

Amusing...

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Omar]

Woah! This is so perfect. I feel the same way. You know, I once read a book about reincarnation, and there was a segment in it which talked about certain philosophers, musicians, and poets, who talk of the same happening. Apparently, their muse always comes in the form of a spirit or a soul from another word, almost dictating their poetry or symphonies. It's so magical, and it was only until I started writing poetry that I understood what that meant, and your poem just paints the picture perfectly. You've captured the essence of how we poets struggle with our bittersweet muse. Lovely.

O

[A.J. Smith]

Wonderful! You've captured and conveyed so well an experience we all must have in common (at least fundamentally). I really like your structure and light-hearted, playful approach. Our respective muses are fickle playmates, indeed. Great title, too.

[J. James Reider]

Wish I had a muse... lol... I have to force myself to take the time to write. It would be so much easier if I could just tape record my stories and poems and have someone else type them for me.

You may not think this your best work, but I think it is an impacting piece. I enjoyed it, to say the least. Especially the second stanza... Loved how it made a vee shape.

Nicely done Constance. I have read something that you don't think of as your best work and came away awestruck. That is not to be taken lightly (:

[Emily Elizabeth]

I think all writers can relate to this poem! That feeling when you have an idea that needs to be written, no matter how late it is or where you are, is an overpowering one, and I think you caught it in the perfect light here. This poem is really inspired, and it flows in such a strong way.
I loved this stanza the best:Reluctant hands clatter on the keys,

Mind still slumbering in truth
Muse in control of what I say
I write? No, I translate from
A language I don't even know
With my waking mind

[C.T. Bailey]

Well...I think that you have found the culprit indeed. How wonderfully creative....and I think that I know her as well. I love the way that you have created the sense urgency by the use of pattern poetry. I begin to subconsiously hasten my reading all the way down to NOW. It really just put an exclamation point in the write for me. This is a pretty awesome write that is insightful for those who are not writers and strkes accord with those who do. Love it...
Todd