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My Mystical, Magical, Mysterious Muse
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My Mystical, Magical, Mysterious Muse |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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My Mystical, Magical, Mysterious Muse How does this little one of magical mystery come to you, your Muse? Is it like mine, for I have a she, possibly if you are reading this, you have a he? Mine comes to me in any form she should choose, my Muse, most often she comes coquettishly, whimsically, most always with a cup of tea, although she’s been known for her knowledge of wine. That’s when words come forth, like thee or thine. Often my Muse, she is thoughtfully quiet, and allows me to listen to her silence, filled with so many stories and thoughts and places to visit and places visited and memories of who, what, where and when and she speaks so fast I cannot pen all of her visions, all of her dreams, sometimes I catch only moonbeams of thought, or sunny rays of spirit, so bright, so good, there is no word known to encompass the generous feelings she imparts to me, for me, and I silently quietly cry “help me, oh Muse, slow down” for she rushes on so. Where is it she has to go? Often my Muse is a teacher, sitting pensively as I dip quill nib to ink, she pauses me to think, then in a twinkling she has flashed away to hide, while I preside over paper sheets of linen, smooth, writing in a groove of thought compressed with her whispers, hoping to do her magically woven silence wonders to delight others, for that is what she and I only want to do, please others… And sometimes we fail, she and I, for we are always in a hurry, and if I were to give her a name for her scurrying about it still would not give the impact of her buzzing around, for she is even faster than that and I try oh so very hard to keep up, but I cannot, and becoming dull with effort, do sleep, and I then, in my nocturnal slumberings, see Morpheus overtake me because Muse is at his shoulder, nudging him along to make me dream-think that I should wake up and write, write! and in my dream I know there is linen paper and quill pen and inkwell full of blackness to capture all dream-thought, but I cannot, and I hear Muse laughing her oh so pleasant laugh alongside Morpheus, his deep voice, laughing, warm, playing with me, my two comrades. Morpheus continues to whisper in my ear upon awakening, and Muse continues and is pushing quill pen to fingers, going so far as to dip wing into ink to brush upon the golden nib so that I don’t lose any of the words whispered, but sometimes, she is not herself, with ink drying upon her wings as she flings herself in my direction, and the irritation of her exasperation leaves me in lousy mood… and some say it is just getting up on the wrong side of the bed… oh if they could only hear in their head the words, the words, and Muse shrugs her shoulders and winks at me, for there will be another day when she will come and play with me again, and we will spend time together, her and I, with tea, and she, and me. 22 May 2000 ©KRJ Sunshine Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Really enjoyed that one, How does this little one of magical mystery come to you, your Muse? I don't my muse is a person, I think my inspiration comes from documenting what lies in the shadows, whether good or bad. You muse sounds like a good companion, and a produce one that has allowed you write so beautifully. Maybe I should invest in a muse, know anyone who has a spare one for sale? ------------------------ "Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? " Douglas Adams. Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky "You have your very own number They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick For the outside, The small black flowers that grow in the sky They drag sticks along your walls Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elder Environment not yours you see through it all Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick For the outside, The small black flowers that grow in the sky Here chewing your tail is joy" Richey Edwards |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ah, Brian, thank you for coming in...and as far as being able to purchase a muse, why, if every one could, then every one would be a poet...but luckily, they are priceless... only you will know when one comes to visit, for they are capricious little creatures and if one will own you, then you will own the world. Thank you. |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Your muse assisted you quite admirably here... fine effort, enjoyed. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Enjoyed this look into your tea time with muse...very well done! |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Sunshine~ You just KNEW I'd like this one !  brings the words I use ever in effuse sometimes in amuse I don't know why I have so many when some folks haven't any I sometimes loan them out to those who have a doubt that they even exist Even though they're sorely missed I'm glad to share the muses that another friend uses I've one out in South Africa One in South LA One that flits the merriment with a friend just South of the bay One in South Florida with another friend If anyone doubts their existance you'd need only read the pen Got a call from South Philly to send a little dilly She just might get this silly little musing Millie Uh-Oh .. gotta go Muse's circling for the ink Just the quicker-picker-upper that causes you to think ! Stars above, it dawns on my my lease/loan Muses all went SOUTH ... Well, butter me up and shut my mouth ! ! ! Thank you for this adorable piece of inspiration ! ! ! Such fun ! Love ya' ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
A-musing!!! I wish mine would come more often..this is so cute!!! I want to borrow her for a bit.... |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
A-Musing (to splits) and B-Musing (to the mind)... Dive in dive out, from the ink-pot, Dear little muse, To each and all amuse... Nice work as always, Karilea... Regards, sudhir Life is like a painting, That in an art gallery is left hanging, Though many come just to look at it, A very few actually come to enjoy it. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Mike, Martie, thank you... Marge, your inspiration inspires all...you led me to this, y'know!... PDV, you may borrow this little one all you like... Sudhir, thanks for the A-B grade! |
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