Love stole my Muse
Love stole my Muse
Robbed a hermit of his repose
Love stole in quietly
Shone her bright lights rudely
Night was startled and fled buck naked
Robbed of her glorious splendour.
Love stole my Muse
And gave me Light to be my tool
Gave me Light to reign in Night’s stead
Light to rule my senses and dazzle with her rainbows
To melt the snowcaps and overflow the plains
Light to sting my eyes and pry open the frozen buds of hibernated flora.
Light to banish Night
Night
Night fled
Shrinking as she fled, wailing as she fled
Stumbling as she fled, shrinking as she fled.
The petals reddened and blossomed and faded and died
The fruits sprouted and ripened and rotted
And my face grew weary of smiling at Love’s antics
The river ebbed to a trickle
And I ceased to tickle
At her cloying.
I stand beneath the drooping tree
The falling leaves tell me that the wind sings
Sings a song of Night calling out to her paramour
From deep within Terra’s Womb.
The wind sings louder and the leaves fall faster
Yes, I hear Night’s song now
It’s a song of vast emptyness, of unending and infinite blackness
A song of wandering
A song of souls smitten with wanderlust.
The leaves bear me up
The wind bears me gently to Terras brewing pot
Eagerly, Night welcomes me- a mother welcoming a vagrant son.
Together we descend past the Fallopian tubes to emerge where blind eyes see farthest.
The blackness is absolute and I am home.
I liked the imagery in this, the use of language. But by The end I was somewhat confused.
Thanks for reading Admin!
I am so loving this. Night is the muse, the only companion, the recluse’s best friend. Alas, love brought Light and Light brought pain. Like I said I am so loving this.
I’m glad you love it,it loves you too,lol. And u got the message aptly. Thank you!
Imageries everywhere,this is d aesthetic beauty of poetry.Thnk u 4 sharing…
Thanks 4 reading, Sam. As for the imagery, I sometimes wish I had a brain that could visualize stuff in HD 3D with audio,taste,smell,touch et al.hehehe
Aesthetic it is, wonderful imagery
Stepping out of the known, comfort zone and experiencing all that is life;
been it,there,done that….as@Myne…”the descent past the fallopian tube to emerge where blind eyes see the farthest”
Mixed feelings for me here, I could read positive as in rebirth, back to formation, who knows what??? or death as in reverting to type…back to the astute nature before love and the muse? lol…brilliant!
WoW! You have brought in a wider dimension. Indeed,what the elder sees while seated,the young can’t see even if perched on the tallest tree! Glad you like it.
Nice imagery and refrain, nice!
Thank u! You know you are still the boss sha.
O boy….
Lovely love stole my muse….
U did write nicely, streaming words, good use of figures of speech……
Me like….
I don’t know who sent Love o,hehehe. Thanks for reading and liking my broda.
apt imagery…well done!
Thank very plenty! Thank you.
Kudos for a job well done
I’m humbled. Thank you.
Poetic poetry! Very nicely written, @jonnysnow
On one level I read about the someone spiritually in tune with the Universe who knows and realizes that “home” and life is existing spiritually. Existing in this world on the other hand is burdensome and constricting, hence the longing to return home.
The beauty of this poem is what makes it an Editor’s pick in my opinion.
Well done.
Imaginative piecf.
Imaginative piece.
you have a very good imagination and i salute the creative abilities in you cheers
I like this… Good use of descriptive powers…