Muse Kindness







Why has the Muse sometimes revealed,

   while at other times when requested callously

      chooses to conceal,

The deep feelings felt that heal and soothe,

   the lovers heart when quarrels cold guilt would tear apart;

      but the words that express humility and contrition hide.

They hide in the dank recesses of our dungeons of despair,    

   and high inaccessible bastions of emotions    

      even we seldom dare invade.

We poets weep, and even beg for the words to form, for we fear

   they may not.

We summon for inspiration from the unknown source,    

   whom we know only but for an inner voice, a gentle whisper in the night.

We pray that our Muse may lend to us a small portion of ability,a morsel of inspiration, so that we may express the joy,hate or love that cry’s out for freedom of the written page.

Especially the words our lovers yearn to hear,

   and which we war with ourselves too give.

We poets wait for the moment of the light,

   for when it comes we might express ourselves.

We know that this moment, this epiphany, this ability to see,

   is more than chance, when our Muse is so kind.

It is a great kindness, it brings humility and feels of immortality,

   and is the salvation of our souls.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I feel abandoned when inspiration does not come.

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S74RW4RD's picture

I have been reading poetry for over three decades, and I have always particularly enjoyed Muse poems, or invocations to the Muse. I can truly say that this poem is one of the finest Muse poems I have ever read, and can take its place with Antiquity's greatest Muse poems. You have done a magnificent piece of writing in this poem!


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Adali Isidro's picture

the next time u feel abandoned..
jump out of a plane
and
blink
before
you
f
a
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l
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S74RW4RD's picture

I have been reading poetry for over three decades now; and, in that time, I have rarely found a poem about the Muse and inspiration as splendid as this magnificent poem is. Your bio section mentions that if you could write like so-and-so, you would feel you had made a lasting contribution to humanity. Friend, you have already made a lasting contribution to humanity in this triumphant poem. I think this poem will be in the quotation books someday, and it will take its rightful place with the great classic poets of Hellenistic antiquity. Very few contemporary poets impress me as rapidly as you have impressed me today, and I thank you for this splendid reading experience!


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