Muse

I found you

in the basement, waiting

picked you up

and rolled you on my tongue 

toyed with the thought

of taking you home 

too dirty for dinner time

too shiny for

night light fantasies

I put you in my pocket

kept you like a talisman

turning you over and over

like a candy rosary

saved you for later

spat you like a wet dream

when I needed to spin

something magical

beyond me

you were my graduation cap

my larger than life

bleeding soldier

rolling, rolling

like a culvert full of bones

all jangly in my head

too precious to lose

too dark to see

the light of day

you were my

better half

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

I love your muse. It's cute!! I don't know graduation... I didn't even get to finish my High school, getting signed out. My muses over the past year were people who found little quirks they liked about me in my poems, and I would think up a story with them in my head, and have this incredible need to do something for them. In your poem you have this one line that shocked me!! lol "spat you like a wet dream" I can't help but try and picture that, but even doing so, I don't know where to start. : ) The line fits perfect with your poem, for I believe that muses are personal inspirations as plentiful and random as the person themselves. : ) xoxo -Mark

[Kristina Moulaison]

This little ditty was written about someone on writerscafe actually. I didn't finish high school either. No great loss. Have been on my own since I was 15, but that was a long time ago. My kids are all older than that now. : ) Thanks for the review!

[Patrick Henry]

Misty's little ditty. Cute!! lol This reminds me of one of those kinds of poems we choose for various reasons in our spare time to just start saying some of the lines in it, out loud. I've been out of the house since 17..... that rough start changed and saved my life, though back then, I was all alone and living in the basements of abandoned buildings like an asylum and and some factories. It's fun to read. Even the word: nightlight for some reason. lol When I was young, I accidentally started a fire with a toy called a Glowbug, if you remember those things. Sat it right on my nightlight and fell asleep!! : ) xoxo -Mark

[Kristina Moulaison]

In reading your bio...I'm sure you have many interesting stories to tell. The stories you tell in your poetry are very enjoyable, though they only hint at the truth, they don't tell the story. I do remember the glowbug. Glad you survived to tell the tale. Nightlights not so comforting after that, I would imagine.

[Patrick Henry]

My Glowbug bubbled and coated the heater below it. lol I took it off the wall. cut a hole in the wall to try and fix it, but didn't know how to fix a hole in the wall after that! : ) I was about 9 or 10. Since I'm sharing my deepest secrets here, lol, I also had a Carebear called "Bedtime Bear". : ) xoxo -Mark

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thank you for trusting me with your deepest held truths here. Did bedtime bear glow as well? I don't want to pry. I just had a lot of Barbies. They didn't glow or go to bed with me, but they did see a lot of action. I'm just sayin. Barbies are freaky!

[Patrick Henry]

lol No. He was a teddy bear. No one knows this.... I had that Bedtime bear in like 3rd grade, and used to sneak him into my backpack when I was in about 7th/8th grade!! I was in a school from 4th-8th grade that had one room classrooms for each grade so every year we knew the same kids. I would bring my backpack to my desk and leave a little opening in the zipper to the pack, to stick my hand through and pet him!! lol NO ONE knows this. : ) First time I ever wrote that. Cool. I'm surprised they never took my bag, either, 'cause I used to start fires inside my desk and in the old ink wells that were carved into the desktops. Whoops! xoxo -Mark

[Kristina Moulaison]

LOL! I won't tell. Carebears are legit. They talk when they are alone with you. They love you! They deserved this level of affection. As long as Bedtime bear wasn't starting the fires, that's alright. Where did you grow up with this small school? That sounds nice, but maybe not so much since you were trying to burn the place down.

[Patrick Henry]

I wasn't trying to burn it down!! lol When I would light the fires, they would evacuate us into the schoolyard where we would end up playing football and stuff for about an hour. : ) I blamed the smell, sometimes, on "someone outside burning leaves"..... whatever worked. The school was Assumption School "Lady of the Assumption" in Chicopee, Mass. Small school. My mom would throw away my toys as "lessons" and/or give them away or break them, so I protected my Bear. I had a kitty, too, but I remember giving it to a friend who was going through Hell in his own house. xoxo -Mark

[Kristina Moulaison]

Clever boy! I think you are probably someone others would want to have in their corner.

[Patrick Henry]

I literally have no friends. Not one. If someone considered me to be their friend outside of the internet, I'd be flattered to have that, but I don't think that will ever happen again. I think that's why this site surprises me with so many awesome people I have met on here 'cause they talk and respect like friends I DID have. The best parts of their memories I kinda hear and read in their comments and poems..... like I get to do with you! I don't dismiss these kinds of moments as "who cares". You are new to me, but I like you. xoxo -Mark

[Kristina Moulaison]

I don't dismiss them either. I'm not good at being friends with anyone. I think it's because people who feel deeply don't have time for social games. Honesty is all I want and few people are willing to give it. I guess I think the rest is a waste of breath. Life is too short to not be real and say what you feel. Why do you think that will never happen again though? I like you because you too, because of all the things I just said. Your writing is refreshing and beautiful to me, born out of pain and depth and honesty.

[An Ordinary Woman]

muses are funny little fickle things, aren't they?
I much enjoyed yours