standing by…

why am i awake
it’s much too early to write
this ipad’s a curse 
placed near my bed by my muse
makes me her on-call poet

 

 

private conversation…

ancient trees bend with
an old poet’s written words
in ways that only
his muse can explain to you
but to you she will not speak

 

cusp of eternity…

the treasures
of existence
are held
on the apex
of
this
moment
beyond
this point
lies only
a black hole
that
if the gods
and
whatever
muses
of life
choose
you
will find
another
point
and
another
black hole

unsolicited denial…

A Classic Art Challenge:  Just as I had recovered from my last challenge with Jade, a new writing adventure has been embarked upon..Jade has sent me five paintings which are to serve as the prompts for this challenge.  Since I substituted an extra Philosophy course for Art Appreciation, this may prove to be far more difficult for me than the previous challenges.  However, I have accepted her challenge and managed to find five paintings to send her in return.  We hope you enjoy our poetry.

 

The Disquieting Muses (1918) by Giorgio De Chirico

my muse
grasps my hand
pulling me
away from the plaza
saying
these muses
are not of the nine
we must leave
before we lose our song
for they are the spirits
of the lost souls
who stared into the abyss
they were born
long before time began
before men counted
their fleeting moments
on this earth
given form again by the drums of war
and the insatiable greed of men
they have returned
to claim their place
among us
as we turned
to leave
one of the muses spoke
saying
here is your
holy roman empire
an empty plaza
filled with muses
that inspire
the nothingness of the abyss
here your glowing expectations
are mere embers
lying outside
the gates of hades
your change-the-world attitude
has become quiet acceptance
but
before I could hear more
my muse had pulled
me safely
into my dreams