My muse is ...

a scribble in free verse

 

My muse is

the faint shadow

between a lonely sigh

and a falling tear

She's the night sky

without its stars,

the beauty in simplicity,

and the seconds 

barely lived 

before a waking dream

She's that moment

before emotions 

reach their palms,

the infinite specks of black

within a 

raven's feather

She's soft but haunting,

as her words,

crackling like shattered glass

beneath a falling sky,

whisper daisies in my ear

I love her more

than I love the sound

of a soft shower

misting grass

in vaporous breaths ~

more than I love the feel

of a woman's 

soft hips and 

smooth thighs

No,

my muse is not

the rose in fresh spring

or a soft blade of grass

in its dark green,

but she is

the radiant mystery

of a flickering candle ~

the sparkling glint in a flaw

like an infant

with one red freckle

Author's Note

This probably makes no sense outside of my own mind, but I'd love to hear your thoughts on this piece. Please leave an honest review. Constructive criticism is welcomed and encouraged.

Reviews

[lightsong]

I always say that when You write, it's not necessarily that all will understand You, but at the same time they should show respect to Your words. ( to the words in Your note).
As much as this poem is deeply personal, as much as I know that anyone who will come to read will relate and find him/her self within Your gentle words, You glow so brightly here, so elegantly, expressing Your true inner self with all its concepts in such a breathtaking way, it's not about Your muse, but also about You, behind these lines You stand with all Your characters, one persona through the tides, and just faithfully love her as she is, no more or less, because then it will slip from the enchanting ethereal luring perfection You dwell her in, she is a full of contradictions, but these contradictions what inspire You, because life is that way too, she can be heaven... but You wouldn't mind to taste a little bit of her hell too.
Your talent is Your ability to paint emotions with such a purely affective way, really powerful, You are a spiritual person.
My favorite poem of You till now, just perfectly gorgeous, sheer brilliancy!

[William Liston]

Light, I think you've explained this poem better than I ever could.
Thank you so much for your kind, eloquent words.

[richieb]

William,
A strong write that delivers creative imagery. Your words were searching bringing the reader to go beyond a pretty face and simple infactuation. Thought provoking and a pleasure to read.
Richie b.

[William Liston]

Thank you, Richie.
Glad you enjoyed.

[Tazeen Ahmed]

Well portrayed. I think this is really wonderful.
"but she is

the radiant mystery

of a flickering candle ~

the sparkling glint in a flaw

like an infant

with one red freckle"

The picture suits perfectly and the verse is flawless.

[William Liston]

Thank you, Tazeen.
I'm glad you enjoyed.

[Black Jess]

once again , i'm more than amazed ! i really enjoy reading your writings ! keep up the good work

[William Liston]

Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed.

[Bacchus]

one freckle
probably a birth mark
she is marked
with this...

[William Liston]

Glad you see it that way.
Thanks for reading and reviewing.

[Bala Gorthi]

The beauty of the write makes one just follow the beauty of the verses one after one finally landing on the mystery of your muse which makes us keep wondering in awe. What struck me is the soft delicate attributes that take us to that subtle abstract force that you describe is your muse.
Very creative and original!
It is a pleasure to read this craft. Well done.

[William Liston]

Thank you Bala for your elaborate review. It seems you've grasped the nuances I was going for in this piece quite well. I appreciate your kind words.

[Fahmida Mehreen]

"My muse is
the faint shadow
between a lonely sigh
and a falling tear"

Great start to a beautiful piece. :)

[William Liston]

Thank you.

[CAPOLAVORO]

This one reminds me of Shakespeare's Sonnet 130 . I love this piece. It is more than just the beauty of the woman that you are referring to. Keep writing. :)

-Capolavoro

[William Liston]

I've read that Sonnet and never noticed the similarity until now.
Thank you for your kind words.

[Quinn W]

This makes complete sense! It was absolutely beautiful! I loved it so much. I love how people can also interpret it in many ways. That's a great thing about poetry that everyone takes away something different. Brilliant job!

[William Liston]

Thank you Quinn : )
I'm glad you enjoyed.

[Zenovia]

She is
that moment
before emotions
reach their palms,
the infinite specks of black
within a
Raven's feather

She's soft but haunting,
as her words,
crackling like shattered glass
beneath a falling sky,
whisper daisies in my ear

Wow..its breathtakingly wonderful
Your muse is a mesmerising person the way you have painted her with your words

[William Liston]

Thank you so much.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

"She's soft but haunting,
as her words,
crackling like shattered glass
beneath a falling sky,
whisper daisies in my ear"

I really am in awe of how you explained the beauty of your muse in such a vivid imagination, William. This may not make sense to you but it does to so many of us..

Beautiful piece. I enjoyed reading this 😊

[William Liston]

I'm glad it could make sense : )
Thank you for your kind words.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

You're welcome. Always a pleasure reading your works, William 😊