Muse-ic

My Muse Awakens …

The best epiphanies happen at night

The magic when dreamers are left to dream

And writers left to dreaming, will write,—

Whatever their mischievous minds can scheme.

 

If you are a storyteller please come in.

Sit down near my fire, absorb my whim

This muse of mine has tales he wants to spin

Please if you may, sir or ma’am, Come in! Come in!

 

My muse awakens, a wicked fellow at times

He guides my pen in poetry

His lyric a songbird’s paradigm,

Humming magic to recycled trees

 

In verse he lived, when it was just an alphabet

Mixing vowels and consonants together

Some words were embellished, some were real, and yet,

Some were made of the perfect tether.

But words are so guiltless and powerless,

though how potent they are in the wrong hands

So, for those broken pencils, please stay pointless,

Stay bound in your own artistic remands.

 

Now for me, my echo seeks my shadow,

And in sync they resonate in my darkness.

They bid the oaks for strength, the willows for sorrow

Sometimes it’s fun to muse the whole forest.

 

Today I believed I was just a poet

But deep down I sought to live out my words

Corrupt my mind with the how’s and whodunits

Fantasize my life in nouns, adjectives and verbs.

 

Poetry happens with nothing else planned,

thoughts dropped one by one for resolve.

I close my eyes, then my mouth, and I stand

And heed the music where my muse had evolved.

 

Paul Neglia

Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

4 thoughts on “Muse-ic

  • October 11, 2017 at 5:43 PM
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    I love this poem, Paul, especially:

    “Now for me, my echo seeks my shadow,
    And in sync they resonate in my darkness.
    They bid the oaks for strength, the willows for sorrow
    Sometimes it’s fun to muse the whole forest.”

    The whole piece is well penned with good rhyme. Well done, Paul.

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    • October 12, 2017 at 1:01 PM
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      Thank you so much Phyllis, I figured you would like that part. Thank you again for your kind words.

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  • October 11, 2017 at 8:43 PM
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    Nicely spun in silken threads, of all we are as poets and our muse working overtime. Great work Paul.

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    • October 12, 2017 at 1:00 PM
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      Thank you so much Tony, my muse has been hiding for awhile now and finally is starting to its head out.

      Reply

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