Musing

Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. - Nathaniel Hawthorne

Hovering near is my Muse

On wings of words she flies

          but just as I approach,

          she escapes into the skies

 

My flimsy net of thin blue lines,

So close, I almost reach her

          but then she flits away so fast,

          elusive, fragile creature

 

At times I must surrender to

My untamable resister

          and hope to try another day

          to catch one of her sisters

Reviews

[Brittney]

Congrats on winning the contest! I really loved this poem, I read it over and over. Has such an amazing flow, and is portrayed so awesomely! Thanks for sharing it! :)

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Brittney! I am so happy you enjoyed this poem!

[Skye]

How difficult it is to capture in words the beauty our mind can conjure! I loved this, it was very light hearted. :)

[Rita L. Sev]

:) Thank you again, Skye! I am so glad you are enjoying these writes!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

That was pretty funny... those muses are very fickle, it is like trying to control a child.

[Rita L. Sev]

Yes, an unruly child with a mind of her own! Thanks, Dale!

[Baby Ricochet]

You had your muse when you wrote this. Nice rhymes

[Rita L. Sev]

I caught the little bugger after all, I suppose - Ha! Thanks, Mark!

[OBWhiteHawk]

Very nice. I just only recently learned about "muse" and what that means. Imagine writing all these years and never knowing! I used to call it "writers block" now I know to say "my muse has left me." And just think you got a poem out of the situation, guess you catch your muse after all. ;)

[Rita L. Sev]

Ha! Thank you, OBWH! For years, I wouldn't let my Muse in - now when I want her, she flies away! I'm glad you enjoyed this.

[Angel]

Ahh, those fickle little creatures...how they do love to tease. How beautiful they are, how quick to fly just out of reach...
Yes, I can definitely relate to this one, Rita!!

[Rita L. Sev]

Thanks, Angel - sorry I missed this earlier...

[Dean Kuch®]

You've captured the elusive spirit of the dreadful creature! I wrote similar sentiments in my poem, "My Muse", but in a much darker, more sinister context.

I especially loved those last two lines of your final stanza. I hope you catch one!

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Dean. Even when it is exhausting, I keep chasing... I just read your "Muse" poem - perhaps the female Muses are the sly ones, while the males are more demanding...

[Dean Kuch®]

Demanding. Yes, that is the word. Demanding.
Thanks Rita, your poem was quite lovely!

[Angi]

I love this! Mystical and beautiful, Rita! I can see her teasing you and I can hear her tinklng laughter when she zooms out of reach. Adorable images! Angi~

[Rita L. Sev]

Yes, the laughter - haha! Can't catch me! - argh! :) Thanks, Angi!

[TL Boehm]

A wonderful poem. I think I traded my muse for minions back in 2009. In retrospect - it wasn't a good trade. love the line "my flimsy net of thin blue lines"

[Rita L. Sev]

Ha! I have a colleague who is obsessed with those cartoon minions - your review has me thinking of him, surrounded by them. :) No, not a good trade at all... Thank you, Tammy!