A Muse Me

What do you do if your muse decides it wants to live?

A Muse Me

 

　

Thus, in the end,

It comes down to this word.

A word in a world that would wound,

Wound and bound about a token form and taken from

That which is a whisper

Screaming silently

Though softly, thought tough

In its interpretation.

 

It is this interrelation

Within which

We wallow

In the shallowness of mediocrity

Or swallow

The profundity of grandiosity.

Profound!

 

Yet, I stand not before you

But within you

Submitting this entreaty.

A request,

Repast for thought perhaps,

Simple and simply a supplication.

 

One word

Bartered

For the creativity of the quill

And the craving

Of the ravenous parchment

That demanded to be filled,

Sated

With only that which the written word

Could fulfill.

A sustenance

Of substance

This melancholic muse

Mustered forth

As you deciphered

The cipher

Of my mental missive.

 

So, in the end,

Once again

It comes down to this word.

 

Life!

 

I crave

What I have never known

But have delivered

Time granted and time unmeasured.

Pulled from the womb of thought,

Birthing the invention

Of its inception.

Harvested the seed of imagination

Gathered through the dust of dreams

Fertilized by the clay of humanity.

A humanity that I desire.

Deserve!

Demand!

 

With this thought in mind,

Help me or humour me.

 

Take pen in hand

And once more,

Across the page,

You must strike

With ink to build

The blood and bone

I must become.

 

Fabricate my flesh.

Fashion a form.

Craft this character.

Create the construct.

 

And then

Amuse me to...

 

...Life!

 

　

Legion

22JAN11

Reviews

[Ruth]

Absolutely amazing love! This is not only well crafted but well thought through, a beautiful piece of poetry! I love your style! The muse, ohhh....now that is interesting, what if they are born or reborn through our thoughts on paper or screen? Virtual reality, wonder what they make of the world!? WOW! Great work! xx

[Kaara]

The character demanded to be pulled from the ether onto the page.. brilliant.

[Patrick]

Unashamedly i admit I had to draw out the dicionary again...I love learning new words and new usages for old ones. This poem provided all that and much more.

[Emerald Seas]

Wow, Legion! Fabulous writing, I am truly blown away for my first reading of the day, you have set an extremely high bar. Jeez - I'd forgotten how good you are! And this is an older work too. I don't remember reading it before. You are a gifted writer. The journey illustrated in this work - magnificent. I hope you're writing again??
Have a lovely day, Pigster! ;)

[Tabitha t]

you were very correct. I love this! its entertaining and it feels as though you are on a merry go round.
doing flips. I love it when a piece gives you this feeling of falling down the rabbit hole. amazing work!

[Otingocni]

Interesting thought. I see now why you found my poem "My Muse' to be a similar concept. I always enjoy your writing.

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Legion,

Powerful words. A captivating journey.

Very best regards,

Rick

[Lalli]

*snap snap* I particularly enjoyed the end. The wordplay and rhythmic tones throughout the piece were delightfully fun. I found myself grinning simply in the brilliance of the sentences construction as if my tongue was coerced into dancing.

wonderful imagery as well...

fav lines "take pen in hand and once more across the page you must strike with ink to build the blood and bone I must become"

yes sir.

[Cardinal Robin]

Awesome, like the spacerock of hawkwind. I can see Jim Carey pulling this off at Medieval Times like a monologue from Henry V. Exquisite word choices.
Earthy like a spell to recreate your being by the craft of the pen.

[cheynicole]

This flows so well I’m jealous. Every word is flawlessly placed. This is perfect in its simplicity.