My Muse (an Ode)

My Muse (an Ode)

A Poem by Erin Lee

Like it or not, we've all got them.


My Muse

by Erin L George


This is not the last poem I'll write

about my muse. A muse never dies,

he lives to keep you up at night.


A muse is for better or for worse

the tears I leave upon the sheets -

nature's clever curse.


I'll wake to him in nightmare's screech,

grasping for my pen.

In darkness, it's for him I reach.


Lonely is the heart without a muse -

tapping on the page,

the keys,

the soul

with her I'm whole again.


Come to me in daydreams please,

I shall not let you fall. Is that you,

my precious muse, hanging in the breeze?



Come to me.

© 2010 Erin Lee

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Very nice. I think this was a great poem, great thoughts on inspiration and how it works here. I loved the word choice here, my favorite line being "Lonely is the heart without a muse". That line just hit hard and was very effective.

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Added on February 15, 2010
Last Updated on February 15, 2010
Tags: muse, poetry, erin l george, writing, ode