ms muse a thief

A sample of new book.

 

hush in this deep

interrupting while welcomed

burglarizing unconsciousness

subtracting golden antique minuet

where will you advance with pen today… musette

at dusk tread light as this could be the night

wakening from divided slumber…file among notes

do another soliloquy

or take your meanings down upon a pad

becoming affixed at your creativity  I take dictation

open curtains to expose the moon

so inspiration competes no blindness

not scaring off chance of each rumination

but encourage pages to breathe

indulge in comfort so you will stay

so what do you say…inspiration

where will the pen tip with me this dusk

together you and I sedate the truth

tickle anger til it squeals mercy

release wild repressions making us insane

creating worthy of us… what do you suggest

we paint while the world

knowing so small…. hibernates

speak sweet with undertone that no one mumbles with agitation

armed of broomsticks because they are fools

wedged between brick tenement

ready to shake the soul?

as outsiders numb of our code

nobody heard how we conspire

ms muse...stealing nights by wing

mellifluent

thief at my side

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

Just wow... So much has changed since I last visited here, but the uniqueness of your pen is not one of them. Missing your work and incredible mind. I do hope you have been writing!

[A. Amos]

Simply Eloquent...every single line was magical. Miss reading your work my friend, hope life is treating you kind and all is good:)

[1VJ]

Brilliant summation of poetry, poets and their muses. Outstanding last verse.

[cycy]

wow girl, thats some deep poetry right there, very well written indeed. so much depth and meaning, i love how you carefully put each word together and everything just perfectly fell into place. thumbs up to you..captivating.

[Shirlena]

Thank you sister friend. You are too kind.

[Sami Khalil]

One of your best poems. You are creating the worthy. Excellent...:)...................

[kublakhan27]

The muse is a fickle and mischievous one indeed...I carry around paper and a pen 99 percent of the time, yet she always seems to come around during that one percent when I have one or neither of them...I shudder to think of all the poems I have written, that I didn't write, if that makes sense...as always, it's hard for me to cite specific bits for your poems are such well-oiled machines with every line interlocking like a completed jigsaw puzzle without the outlines of the individual pieces, if THAT makes sense haha...Frieda has summed it up perfectly (as she always does), this is a poet's poem...you speak for all of us with sublime precision...now if anger would only stop tickling me...I wait patiently for an opening when I can turn the tables on it...maybe someday...the usual brilliance my friend, you're hands-down one of my favourite poets here.

[Frieda P]

I adore every word of this, a perfect poet's poem...


ms muse...stealing nights by wing
mellifluent
thief at my side

That alone is gorgeous in its own write...you slay me dahlin, each and every time!

[Lyn Anderson]

Brilliant. The muse the thief in the night, steals my sleep -- this is gorgeous, a wonderful write.

[Ashira Macy]

Wow, this blew me away. It is the first thing I have read of yours and I can tell I will be coming back for more. The way you piece together your words is incredibly artistic, and you clearly speak from your heart and soul. Bravo, this was absolutely gorgeous.

[Shirlena]

I appreciate you for coming by to read something I wrote Ashira, thank you very much. I'm excited about reading your artistry as well :).