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October 15, 2015

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.

Christina Strigas

Comments:

25

  1. Eric Syrdal says:

    BEAUTIFUL! WOW! …and now that you mention it, I think we knew each other there. 😉

    1. Chrissy says:

      oh Eric, for sure we spoke in the courts x lol

      1. Eric Syrdal says:

        My Lady… *bows* ♡

  2. Well justiced. .A new post is waiting for you i.e Loneliness.Please have a look at once.

  3. dustomundo says:

    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!

    1. Chrissy says:

      thank you so much 🙂

  4. Hyperion says:

    Thank you for this Christina! You truly do understand Hyperion’s sturm und drang. 😉

  5. Hyperion says:

    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.

    1. Chrissy says:

      I’d love to frame that. ❤️

    2. Chrissy says:

      Love this comment btw

      1. Hyperion says:

        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. 😉

        1. Chrissy says:

          I know you do. -)

  6. Geo Sans says:

    Godly Feasts
    ~
    savouring every sound
    chewing bones and
    crunching consonants
    Mmmm

  7. megdekorne says:

    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

    1. Chrissy says:

      thank you both xx

  8. Love this. I would anoint myself your number one fan; but I am sure I have to get in line.

    1. Chrissy says:

      you’re so funny:) thank you for coming back xx

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