The Mystic Muse

Unexpectedly you come
to my thoughts.
my poetic muse.
with eyes of liquid
brown opening
a gateway to your soul.

The conception of a poem
seeds itself deep within me.
From within your cave
you are calling
siren like
sultry and silent by day
but within the cave
the true fire is released.

Your call can not
be delayed
nor be ignored
the poetic urge must
have it's way...

Come to me
write as with your tongue
upon my opened mind
The poem, the muse,
the poet

explode upon the sheets
of the page.

Guest Post - Morning Muse

The poem below was written as a challenge and response to my poem Night Time Stealth Poetry. Now I know whose bed the muse jumps into after mine. The poet is Paul Pindis

My Morning Muse

She slips beside me in my bed.
As yet, all others have not stirred.
She plants a kiss that says she’s here,
And once again my mind is hers.

I might attempt to close my eyes,
To hold off thoughts she chose to seed.
One might as well try block the sun
As not pursue what she’s decreed.

The inspiration that she brings,
Like clockwork, every day at dawn,
Will not delay a moment more.
I’m nothing but my muse’s pawn.

A mistress that won’t be denied,
‘Tis folly to think I’d complain.
For with her tasks she brings the gifts
No poet ever would disdain.

And here is my poem being which is being responded to.

Night Time Stealth Poetry

Why is night the time
To vent my spleen
Upon the page?

At night
The stillness creeps
entering
into my consciousness
like a stealthy cat,

Maybe the day is far to real
To allow me
To wander, explore and
Inhabit the place
That lies
Between my mind
and heart.

The place called the
Night Time Stealth and Poetry,
Arcade.

DK



Thanks Paul for rising to the challenge.

I now have a new genre of poetry called response poetry...

Grant


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Poetry is Such Hard Work

Writing poetry is such hard work
That I avoid it at all costs
But cunningly the muse
Sneaks in and in her
most persuasive way
Gets me to put fingers to
the keyboard
and write...

How she does it
I don't know
but better men and women than I
have tried to resist her alluring charms
and failed miserably

So the Score is Muse One, and Me Zero



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The Dangling Pentameter

Somewhere
my friend
there is a sea
where the poems
live
pre-written but as of now
unpublished

And all we have to do
is dip in and draw
a poem out by it's
dangling pentameters

Don't believe them
when they say
that poetry is hard
or I had an ode this big
but it got away!

All you have to do
is find the place
lie down and fish
in pleasant idyll
for the next big poem

DK