Soul knows what reaches up to touch its cheek;
rough hand caress, a cranky voice, gnawing
on a need to make some simple response,
a crude caveat choosing confession.
A golden shaft, streaking downward,
lights upon the locked lashes
and she awakens full of sun
released on her first deep breath of morning.
A wind hums and tickles afternoon chimes
before the calm of dusk sends her smoldering
into her chamber or repose. Bells tremble
at the promise of a less than tender touch.
Night stars sputter at the lifted hem of night,
but sages have need to work on dreams,
and darkness allows for deprivation
of sense that would judge things more harshly.
She sleeps less often, betimes, because of unexpected
possession and release. Each new insight
or inspiration comes,to her, as lovers do,
to parse the problems with phraseology.
In a list
A contest entry
- Muse? Who Are You? by Ladybug.
700 points, ended January 28, 2007, 14 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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a beautiful prayer, epilogy, and lovely lullabye
sung by your heart no doubt
Tamara
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thank you, Tamara. Often I try to discover why I write, for whom I write, and what it is exactly that makes me write.
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Brilliant!
I was gonna write for this, but you just said it better.
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not as brillinat as your writing, my friend, but I do do what I do do...as best as I can.
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"A wind hums and tickles afternoon chimes
before the calm of dusk sends her smoldering
into her chamber of repose. Bells tremble
at the promise of a less than tender touch."
This is an incredible penning, my Sister...The Muse is, indeed, an elusive creature, ever teasing us with her presence on the periphery of dreams' realization...Immaculate, my dear Friend...You are often the catalyst for inspiration for me, so this is apropos...Good luck in the contest... Wanda
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Aw, you make me feel mroe humble than ever for your wrods simply sing to me as if they were for me alone...
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Hey slick! This one is and I know her well! Ha! This is a fantastic look inside the muse. Wither she comes and what she does. And well I might add.Tis yours I speak of. My own is off avioding me 99% of the time.~~Suseann P.S. Come quick and bring your butterfly net,she's on the move again.
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shall we put out a 911 to go find her? Be sure to give her her bed without supper if she is not home by dark. *smile*
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Nah! She'll dart past and I'll snag her in my net once in a while.
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