My Fairest Muse

those divine curves, as well as those fine ebony locks, entrap and enrapture. My fine Mona Lisa tell me why I've died a millon times over within a sea of kind antiquity. I'll die before you in rose.

Beguiling curves entrap and enrapture parched, pale lips.
Yet,
the kisses, caresses, and attentive glances
burst a flame fine deserts…
killing all
within a sea of crimson.
Nonetheless,
from parched, pale lips,
sweet nothings
utter
a kaleidoscope of cerulean, and violet…
As if, almost,
taming feelings of
panic, and madness.
Still,
those divine curves, as well as those fine ebony locks,
entrap and enrapture.

My fine Mona Lisa,
tell me
why with fine rose buds,
you keep me locked
within
this humid Saharan haze?
Long before,
tides have parted
from
those rose petal-like lips,
I've died
a million times
within a sea of kind antiquity.
You were my
paragon,
my Venus.
And yet always the unattainable ideal,
you've
managed to burn and scorn
my advances.
Well, so be this
strife be both long suffering, and
pleasurable…
I'll die before you
painting that cascade of white in red…
brining upon flesh
the last, yet elegant bouquet.

Reviews

[Ethan]

Im a sucker for any poem involving muses or naiads or fate so great job. I love it. The Disquieting Muses by Sylvia Plath has to be my favorite Muse poem you should check it out

[Serenity]

The use of descriptive words is captivating. I love how they flow so easily into one another and how the poem seems to glide from one word to the next so effortlessly. The adjectives really add a lot to this piece and I just love it so much!!!!

[songstress]

Thank you so much, I'm glad to see that my descriptions and fluidity stuck...sometimes, I feel like I over do it, but I'm happy to have received such kind words from you.

[Sarura]

This is energy, emotion, this is raw and this is beautiful. The title drew me in, and the words themselves of your poem, My Fairest Muse, were an alluring, a flowing river--rapid at times, steady and gentle at others. Invigorating, provocative and from the heart.
"Nonetheless,
from parched, pale lips,
sweet nothings
utter
a kaleidoscope of cerulean, and violet…
As if, almost,
taming feelings of
panic, and madness."

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I would indeed say that obsession may be the root of all evil. So tight it binds. Pecking at your eyes, riddling your mind, chipping away at your heart...slower and slower it beats...until your breath stolen ....thought shallow. This is quiet and beautiful and disheartening piece. I am all in...off to see what other treasures you possess :)

[songstress]

Thank you so much for the vivid review, It truly made my day to see that it made you think in such a way. I would certainly love to hear from you again, if you are permitted for a friend request.

[Blonde Coma]

I can feel the passion here. It seems as if you were inspired by this person ( a girl i could assume) and when you tried to deepen your connection, it didn't work so well in your favor. If Im wrong,please tell me.

[songstress]

well, your partially correct. the person in this piece was made up. It was a muse I conjured from a dream, an ideal I guess. And yes i did try to deepen the connection. However, it never works as you said. But pain, and the removal of the soul through obsession, becoming duller by the day just to be scorned by her was worth it. Pain rather than nothing was always better. Because in this piece to be able to die, to be held even by arms length was worth it. at least even in irritated thoughts, I was present in her mind. This piece is really about the obsessive compulsion of love and how the ideal beauty that your mind has conjured up destroys you. I hope that helps.

[Sam]

If I'm reading this correctly, and I like to think that I am, but you have some kind of obsession with your blues and reds, and violets. But that's not a bad thing, if anything, the colour gives your work a liveliness to the subject matter, and an edge that most writers don't seem to possess.

[songstress]

Thank you for reading, and I'm glad that you are attracted to the use of color.