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THE MUSE WAS IN


22  oct   2011     >  8/16   >   Balance/lust/Tower

 

How do you align yourself with your best self?

What are the ‘roots’ of your journey in this life, and how do you attend to them?

What do you do to give yourself balance?

 

Art openings… so fun.  Kay Yourist’s Pottery Studio.  A great gathering of art, and people. I indulge myself in a very sensual piece of pottery.  My friend Susan and I are gonna take a pot throwing class this winter.  Whoppee. I’m thinking that clay is very sexy.  I’m just sayin…

 

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The Muse was in and being

what any good Muse will be

there is no defining the giving

A Muse just happens for me

 

Some Muses last a lifetime

Some float back out to the sea

Some Muses give a short time

My Muses come n’ go as I please

 

A Muse may not have a clue

That they inspire creativity’s test 

They are part of that crazy stew

I stir to feed what might become my best

 

The Muse was in and being

What any good Muse can be

I take what I can in the feeling

Let the musing take hold of me

 

There is no clear defining

What a Muse is meant to be

Mine pull on some heart string

That rolls me out to the deep sea

 

I’m not so good at swimming

thus I rely on my clever mind

To muse around inviting

Stories that I make up and find

 

Inspired by the Muse tides

That bathe what does inspire

Diving deep on the inside 

I let my words conspire

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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PUTTING IT OFF FOREVER…


Sometimes I wake up with this line or sentence that one of my many
muses demands I give myself to.  This was sort of like going into a dream
state and channeling the unknown only I know it very well. 
I just re-read it and tweaked the form of it a bit
 I leave the words as they came to me. yikes..

Putting it off forever

It’s right over there
That Thing that needs doing
I want to put it off forever

It’s in reaching distance
the tips of my fingers
trace its slick red surface

It smells of old metal
and days of vulnerability
given again and again

I want to put it off forever
       That Thing
           that needs doing.

Cause doing it puts
an old ache in my body
that leaves the touch 
of unrequited too close
to my surfaces.

It has shattered texture
that rasps at my skin
leaves hope raw and 
unattended to.

There is something in the
pain of it that holds forever
captive.
Or 
maybe it’s in the overwhelm
of it that sabotages possibilities
forever putting off the inevitable
dance of change.

Paradox is the sentinel to my
         forever 

That Thing
just over there
in sight
smelling of blood 
ripping my flesh
shedding my hope
clipping my wings

Calls from dead dark
space to do what 
needs doing.

It’s the only way
to the Light.

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