Nightmuse

best writing comes in the wee hours

Each night…

I look to the twilight hours

Embrace them

As they come round

 

Somehow different

From the others

A comfort from…

The morning I’ve never found

 

And the quiet, she is…

The one old friend, who  

Always sits, and listens to ideas

Familiarity encouragement from her mood

 

Into the wee hours

She wheedles me

Among meaning and

Wistful conversations vagaries

 

And a second hand

On a digital face

Guides my pen

In an absolute continuous pace

 

With little hindrance

Nor laden concentration

Time lends

The subconscious to the collective

 

It’s more than mere coincidence

That pure genius greets me here

And a muse just happens to break

Away from chains in shadows sphere

 

Energy unseen but surely surges

Across an universe and net

But, of course from all of life

Comes more as certain death

 

I cannot deny this and that living is…

Exchange in rotation

Soon the other woman shows, sun shines

I can see her moistened morning breath

 

Inspiration itself

Stores away

Locks in

An oak drawer desk

 

Conspicuous thinking

For me does begin to end

And through a day in light I walk

A very content, but otherwise ordinary man

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"a muse just happens to break

Away from chains in shadows sphere



Energy unseen but surely surges

Across an universe and net"

A splendid romantic poem...:)...................

[Moniba]

AMAZING!!!

[Michael G. Smith]

Thank so much.

[Debbie_Philly]

Ahhh the Muse....

And the quiet, she is…
The one old friend, who
Always sits, and listens to ideas
Familiarity encouragement from her mood
BEAUTIFUL !!

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Debbie. I believe most of us here know the Quiet intimately.

[Cassie]

Mike mike....this is way out of this world, the images, the engrossing feeling on us, I loved this one. This is good

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks for stopping by Cassie.

[Madalyn Beck]

What a nice write you have going on here. Something is going on during those wee hours that calls to use writers! :)

[Michael G. Smith]

Curse or charm I am not sure, lol.

[Rita L. Sev]

My Muse likes her sleep... I like this, Mike, an homage to the Nightmuse and the contentment she brings... Very nice!

[Michael G. Smith]

If I don't get it out then j can't sleep.

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

nice work love it. loved theses lines. blessings



Each night…

I look for the twilight hours

Embrace them

As they come round

[Michael G. Smith]

Yep, here I am looking at poetry when I should be sleeping. Thanks for the comment.

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

you're very welcome.

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

It must be a writer thing... those "wee hours" certainly do have a profound affect on one's pen hand. Completely related to this!

[Michael G. Smith]

Is it a curse or charm? Perhaps a little of both.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

I would definitely agree with, "a little of both."

[Frieda P]

Seems a lot of us poets do our best writing in the wee hours of the morn. This is a great ode to that insomniac muse. Love the word 'wheedles', quite enjoyed this one Mike.

[Michael G. Smith]

Yeah, my best and worse. I can never find time to sit down during the day.

[CountNicholasAlti]

It's nice to see another with the same love of the night and moon that I hold, it truly is an inspiring and fascinating thing, and I believe it lets out the best creativity. This poem was jumbled, but in a perfect way for the topic, and it flowed even better because of that. It's a work of art for other artists, very well done.

[Michael G. Smith]

I'm not sure what you mean when you say jumbled? But thanks for your insights.

[CountNicholasAlti]

Neither am I, I think that must have been auto correct? Either way, I can't remember what word I meant. My bad.

[Michael G. Smith]

No problem happens to me all the time.