O'muse forgive me.
You were always there,
like light, like air.
You were always there,
like light, like air.
When thoughts reveal
all that I feel, you provide
a voice for the words I choose.
Never failing, sending these
words kites sailing; soaring
into the atmosphere for all to hear.
I take you for granted here, o'muse
sometimes, and at times I abandon
my sensibilities when you give me
the ability to paint life onto a blank page
as if some sage had possessed me.
But, I owe all I am to what drives me.
A pursuit of poetic perfection,
a direction that joins us; a marriage.
Like melody and lyric, this empiric
connection is God-sent, meant
to express all that you suggest.
So muse, forgive me.
For all you share,
my light, my air.
For all you share,
my light, my air.
**Inspired by "Farewell and Thanksgiving" by Mark van Doren
I love it! We poets ignore our muses at our perio. You have expressed the feeling beautifully.
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ReplyDeleteoh, yeah. abandon sensibility while you can. You can always be sane in the morning
ReplyDeletenicely put Walt - too true how often we take the mighty muse for granted - until it takes a hike ...
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