Simple Muses

Tag: writing

It’s Time


It’s best I let go
I’ve reaped all I sowed
For years
Under her silken strands
Delicate petals bloom
Mossy banks tickle toes
Tiny stream soothes ears
My comfy cocoon
Of a million muses
I linger too long
In such pleasant confines
The moment is over
A memory, reminders
Of all that failed
Time to slip
The hat low
Brave the first steps
Under the Sun’s radiance
Across the glade
Leaving the paths
And past to be
Till I find something anew
To fulfill me


Too Late


I collapse to my knees
Sundered by epiphany
A twenty pound sledge
Severing my world of words
The twist and twines of simple lines
Fade from fingers
My breath labors
To form short syllables
Of understanding
Two decades too late
My greatest fault
Of ignorant lines
Scripted entirely
For the wrong muses
She was there
Through every trivial trial
A voice of comfort
The delicate tendrils
Of my treasured willow tree
Cradling me
My ignorance
Comes with hefty price
Of losing lines
Even these are unfair
Sorry my friend



What one thinks
Then says
When thought follows
Through the conversation
Should flow freely
From the mind
And be interpreted
As respected syllables,
For did not the moment
Lend itself to find these words
Intermingling of varied perspectives
On some topic, touching
Or passing quaintness?

It is not so
In findings
The requirements
Have become that
Should be measured in stones
And as the rule of foot of a king
Each differs.
What has been thrown?
What volley should be offered in return?
If enunciation dictates offense or
Is there really any point
In returning the resonance
If the vibrations created qualms?
Or did the tones offer taming

Regardless too what they elicit
Or how words are worked
Sometimes silence leaves the longest

Willow’s Whisper


Something arouses me
In the middle of a dream
At untold hour
A hesitant kiss
Terse apology?
For curt arrival
Where, who,
What have you been doing
Outside our vows!
Inquiries expressed
The last time
Miasma permeates
I no longer cringe
Our nuptials
Decay as you breathed
Sundry excuses

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