Simple Muses

Tag: nature


Brutal duality
Duels across
Emeralds hidden
From sight
Under the brim
A shade shifts
All in passing
For delivery of pleasantries
Or debilitating pain
From nadirs
Versed in just what
A moment in life can be
A sweet, tender, delicate memory
A silent second of tension, just a passing
A return to the rule of the ruthless
I’ve learned the difference in my delving
Emerging as the delicate decibels
Of a smelted heart
Capable of more than this medium of art
Such was nurture
I prefer my poetic nature


Mirror’s Reflection

For a minute moment
I’m going to cross the line
Let you into one of my places
With a tip, flip, twist
I’ll rest my cap over eyes
Shadowed secluded
Sea greens
You don’t need to read
Now is here
We need to be there
Before the oaken frame
I found a thousand lines ago
It’s well worn by now
“Won’t you take a glance?”
The mirrors oval shape reflects
An image of you
“It’s not what I see”
I perceive what lies
Below those smooth lines
Subtle curves
I’ve spent my time here
Listening, feeling, following
Coming to read beneath those reflected lines
To find me
Forgive me if you’re studying
We must begin
Watch the mirror as it spins
End after end
Teasing with blurred glimpses
Forget the perception of eyes
Feel the breeze on your skin
Let it sink in
Look between the gaps
Past the contorted apparition
Beyond the mirror
Beneath the skin
Forget syllables
Let the somatic fall
Back into yourself
Close your eyes
As it all fades away
Find yourself
“I’ll slip away now”
When you’re ready
Walk back the other way
Let the world see
The proud steps
Of an individual
Free from chains
Made from the mad mundane.

Last Day of Summer


During the hectic pound of tiny feet
The roar of excited reunions
Silence slips to mind
The image of a Summer rose in a white dress
I pass you by with a flutter of furious
Emotions, tumbling into your elegance
Leaning, lingering by the door
They taunt my words
Should I pause
Drink in the nectar
Banter for the minute or two
We may have
Then saunter away until the next
I know the smile
I know the contagious glimmer
Is there
It’s the muse I may find
That makes me wary
Then I feel the flames
Fan into the air
Following you
Flowing from you
As you spin
Walk away
A lovely candle
A delicious muse
I don’t know if I should use


dancing with the moon

Oh ironic silence
Shall we dance in hushed enchantment?
We can beckon the strumming harp
With a twist of wrist
Intertwining fingertips
Rouse wind from lips
As the flutes lend
Their butterfly breeze
To swish your gown
Eyes infiltrate in curt bow
The ivory keys
Complete the delectable piece
As we begin
Spiraling along the moonlight
In such stillness
Loosing hold of the earth
Our ensemble begins to grow
In dizzyingly trailing light
The stars applaud
Till diminishing from sight
As fingers slip free
Returning you
To the moon this night
The tingling of their delicacy fades away
Merely another silent daydream

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