Musing On the Muse of Your Words
Musing on The Muse of Your Words
All the flowers of Epiphany
I have designed and collected
The flowing words through ink
Came to me
Unbidden and as yet unwritten or encapsulated
They lay sanguine indistinct
And are birthed in paper clues
I do not own their pages
This is merely the partnership
Of a Muse
Some inspiration enters
From the outside
A veiling source connect
Is and is not mine
And on their fluid heat ride my ballpoints
Roller coasters of emotions shine
Gratitude
As I repeat their typing
In electrifying fonts
As I wait for the mutterings
Tiny voices of humming songs
No not mine
Me
I simply release them
Words I just speak for them
I love to see them
Gather their own brilliance
And trip their way
Through other eyes
Without them my inadequate lips bumble
And through the dictionary
My heart catches the stumble
On the compelling entreaties of beauty
Belonging in another passage
Where I hang my thoughts out to air
They flow their own way through me
Divulging and deliberating their message
My voice would be silent but for them
I am the too quiet and untroubled man
Yet they race to discover an impression
Challenge me to write them
Explain them if I can
( At peace am I made conduit
To the well of all your words
Singular community of artists and writers
But one narrative of hundreds upon thousands
Touched by the impulse
Of communicating
“The Word” )
And only God knows which ( is )
Any complex sentences definitive
Any account of experiences riches
So penned
By loving its learning descriptive
So loving penned flows out its emotive
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