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.

[mum]

it for sure gives your mind something to focus on. I could see everything I was reading. it is beautiful in its own way. great work.

[William Liston]

Thank you for your kind words.

[mercy party]

This was written with deep intelligence. I connect with the idea of a muse, without mine i am paralyzed and art and expression becomes only a burden. Beautiful wording throughout.

[William Liston]

Thank you for your kind words.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your muse requires no criticism, Will. I found your verses quite awakening, and utterly beautiful.

"She is
the night sky
without its stars,
the beauty in simplicity,
and the seconds
barely lived
before a waking dream"

May you keep nurturing with awe and brilliance - it is a pleasure to see what unfolds!

[William Liston]

Thank you so much, Kelly.

[Sapientiam]

Your descriptions of this woman is beyond material appearance, but the essence she bring in the world. It's not something you see so much in modern poetry, which is why I was drawn to that aspect, including the fact that every line was as beautiful as the next. This is kind of like how a person drowning in love would perceive the perfect lover, yet, these defining attributes makes the love seem out of reach. That cryptic ending is what led me to that belief, though I could be completely wrong. Anyways, nicely done!

[William Liston]

To be honest, I don't think there is a "completely wrong" when it comes to this piece ... it's rather abstract and up for interpretation.
Thank you for your kind words and for sharing your thoughts on this piece. I really appreciated it : )