Muse
“Blind Mary” by *vhm-alex
For those of you who have been readers for a while, you’ll know that I have written some poetic reactions either to poems of other writings. David Pitchford wrote Dionysus Rising on his blog. This is my response. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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I am muse.
They call me Calliope.
I break open my chest and let the Universe
Leap out of my heart, and then
Hand it to you on a silver platter
No matter
What it is that you seek to sing
About.
I stir the idea pot, that cosmic matter
Which swirls in fractal rainbows and sits
Ready for any mortal to take hold of
And bind to his – or her – bosom
(I do not discriminate).
I’m singing in the distance –
I am always singing in the distance –
And sending up song seeds up to
The ceiling of collection consciousness
Where they plant themselves and bloom,
Becoming flowers for you to gather
As a fourth dimension traveler.
You spray their petals and perfect scent
When you sing
When you write
When you dance
And when you dance your fingers
On string, ivory, or drum membranes -
And you can let forth,
Creating the music and lyrics to
A Wu-Li dance
Or a Wu-Tang dance
Whatever your rhyme, reason, or season.
I am not dead,
I never was,
And I never will be.
I am muse.
I am Calliope.
Written 5/28/08
I enjoyed reading this – there are some lovely details in it!
Thank you for the compliment, and thank you for stopping by. Feel free to drop by again soon.
-Nicole