It appears that muses speak
through the poet’s words
It appears that they are Greek
they stemmed from a legend
that we constantly bend…
could my father have been Zeus?
my mother Mnemosyne?
Did you see verses in my eyes?
poetry in my lies? did I inspire you to
delve deeper into your psyche?
Calliope or Erato? whom can
you devour?
None of it is true
yet all of it is how you
see me as a water nymph
say the truth you fucking do.
I can be wickedly cruel
or a spitfire that never sleeps
aches and bleeds for
no one and everyone.
Here, primarily for you.
You see I could remember
everything you ever told me
no books are needed
I’m from ancient Greece
it’s all in my memory
as you decreed.
no computers, no typewriters
no quill pens
no seals
just my lips reciting
your words
and my physical beauty
inspiring your epic poetry.
But all that was from another life
one that glows in golden hue
in a time
where you felt time
in every core of you.
We lived it then
and modern love
has killed all muses
into eating their poet alive.
They go on their knees
now
and wait in a line
for the next one
to come along
and inspire.
once upon a time
i was the only one
that read your eyes
and gave you art.
BEAUTIFUL! WOW! …and now that you mention it, I think we knew each other there. π
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oh Eric, for sure we spoke in the courts x lol
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My Lady… *bows* β‘
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Curtsy x
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πβ€πβ€
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Well justiced. .A new post is waiting for you i.e Loneliness.Please have a look at once.
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I love the concept of this one, Christina! The muse working its way onto every facet out our lives, controlling us and time (if we let it.) Very nicely done!
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thank you so much π
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Thank you for this Christina! You truly do understand Hyperion’s sturm und drang. π
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I try to understand! I thank you for reading & believing in me. I follow my guts when I write but the real world eats me alive ~π
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The real world’s appetite for poets is insatiable. It consumes the flesh, feasts on the heart, and picks its teeth with the soul. But, it cannot silence the poet that tells the truth. As Dan Simmon’s wrote, “Poets are the bullets in truth’s bandoleer.” Fire away Chrissy. Your aim is true.
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I’d love to frame that. β€οΈ
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You should π
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Love this comment btw
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Thank you, Chrissy! And, I’m glad you do. My eccentricities come out in my comments and send people running to the shelter. I mean well. π
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I know you do. -)
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π
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Godly Feasts
~
savouring every sound
chewing bones and
crunching consonants
Mmmm
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hmmm
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I so join hands with Hyperion above , ” your aim is true ” Dear Chrissy , you are the golden water nymph , beautiful in every way , your enchanting words a wave I love to surf upon ….hugs , megxxx
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thank you both xx
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By the gods, yes!
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lol π
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Love this. I would anoint myself your number one fan; but I am sure I have to get in line.
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you’re so funny:) thank you for coming back xx
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