My Muse-My Shadow

My Muse, My Shadow…

My Muse- My Shadow

And I together make demands that often burden

one another in sorrows wept by both while building

words cast from our souls.

 

My past draws him a picture giving him sudden

thought and  through my eyes causes me to dream

bringing sudden joy so dear to him.

 

The scars and warts I carry, he knows of them before I ever did,

he chose me, not me him. Yet like a beacon shining bright he

labors like no other can.

 

Praise is shallow for me, for why would he?

Just a reluctant sort he is to praise me would defile and curse

all that may be dear to him.

 

He is not of my world, simply a shadowy mist often times

pouring more wine to entice me to run aground and let

the coral crash my ship and take me to the deep abyss

where total darkness avails itself and cursed be

me who suffers his toil.

 

I keep coming back to him for inspiration and like

a true master of his craft he awaits cunningly smirking

with his twisted smile he freely offers me.

 

Like a squirming snake he hangs about my neck,

pulsating and ready to squeeze the ink from my

veins, till every last drop is used up on the silver

page of gold trimmed pulp lying before me.

 

His demands are consistent, yet praise worthy

at times and tempered with his sarcastic witty jabs,

knowing I am weak and bow before his strength,

I succumb to another work and together we

define each others will.

~

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Vincent Moore

Vincent Moore pens his thoughts about many things and has a style all his own. Sometimes, he parties with words excessively and it becomes necessary to publish quickly lest his work be lost in the dark corners of his room or his mind. Vincent will lead you into mysterious worlds that are strange yet somehow familiar, worlds that will leave you unsettled and breathless for more.

He was born and raised in Montreal Canada among the Irish, Brits, Italians and French. Point St Charles (commonly called The Point) was the Hell’s kitchen of Montreal. He played, cried, laughed and fought on the street corners, survival was an instinct and watching each others back important. Vincent left home at 17 to find his way in the world, failure and success he had plenty of. He studied the Arts and loved to draw and paint. Took acting lessons and envied those on the stage under the bright lights and hoped to some day become an actor, writer, playwright or painter. Vincent welcomes you to his world of mystery, fantasy and solitude. You can find a few of his writings in one of 3 books he's published.In Absinthia- In Melancholia and In Passionata.
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Vincent Moore

Vincent Moore pens his thoughts about many things and has a style all his own. Sometimes, he parties with words excessively and it becomes necessary to publish quickly lest his work be lost in the dark corners of his room or his mind. Vincent will lead you into mysterious worlds that are strange yet somehow familiar, worlds that will leave you unsettled and breathless for more. He was born and raised in Montreal Canada among the Irish, Brits, Italians and French. Point St Charles (commonly called The Point) was the Hell’s kitchen of Montreal. He played, cried, laughed and fought on the street corners, survival was an instinct and watching each others back important. Vincent left home at 17 to find his way in the world, failure and success he had plenty of. He studied the Arts and loved to draw and paint. Took acting lessons and envied those on the stage under the bright lights and hoped to some day become an actor, writer, playwright or painter. Vincent welcomes you to his world of mystery, fantasy and solitude. You can find a few of his writings in one of 3 books he's published. In Absinthia- In Melancholia and In Passionata.

9 thoughts on “My Muse-My Shadow

  • June 15, 2019 at 2:28 PM
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    Thank you Phyllis, nice to be back, it’s been awhile. Family and personal matters tend to take control of my life from time to time. Yet, my Muse does always linger in my shadows.

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  • June 15, 2019 at 10:46 PM
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    Such complex relationships we have with ourselves, Vincent, and the muse for we poets are profoundly important. I love how you’ve expressed this, it gives the sense of relationship we indeed have, in how we are inspired and driven to find deep within us, the words that must be penned. So well emotively penned and expressed, my friend. Hope you are well and the body as pure as the poet within. Cheers!

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    • June 16, 2019 at 8:07 AM
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      Thank you Tony for your eloquent response to this work. Important in the sense of a vessel used by a Muse at their will. I am thankful to be that vessel indeed, though at times, I am left confused, by the litany of scenes he unfolds before my eyes. I often wonder why me, why am I cursed many times with darkness and sorrows. Why can’t the beautiful images of flowers, oceans, rainbows, sunshine filled skies, happiness and beauty be etched from my pen instead of melancholia. Oh well, one must suppose that there are different Muses for different poets, how would the world not be able to see all sides of the human experiences without it being offered to them from such a diverse group of poets. I am well my friend and my body though not pure, it accepts it’s testings and moves forward constantly. Cheers

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  • June 16, 2019 at 6:47 AM
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    Sounds a little like my muse my friend. I think it is important to allow every side of us to flow.when it comes to writing, it gives way to the truth we keep buried. That shadow is part of you and its influence may sometimes be seen an your excellent work, and that is a good thing. Nice work my friend good to see you back.

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    • June 16, 2019 at 8:14 AM
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      Thank you Paul for the welcome back and your reasoning and truthful explanation of a poets plights. We are oft like cocoons, not knowing what will emerge from the comforts of its wrapped protection. Then when unveiled we burst forward and our Muse grabs us and decides what type of verse it will instill and release from our souls that have laid dormant and buried for so long. Although I am normally a sunshine type of personality, there is a darkness that comes forth from most of my work. I believe it resided for far too long and needed to be released, thus some kind of poetry came from it all. The good, bad and the ugly parts of my soul. Peace be with you my brilliant poet.

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  • June 16, 2019 at 8:30 AM
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    Vincent I am excited to see a new poem of yours, actually every time I see that you have published I know I am in for a treat. Anyways I interpreted your poem as the relationship between poetry and the poet. I struggle with this daily and read (probably more then I should) volumes of interviews with poets. The mystery of this passion intrigues me beyond my imagination. This awkward sometimes volatile desire seems to have haunted poets even from ancient times. Thank you Vincent for bringing me into your thoughts through your well versed poem and allowing me to bath in mine for a bit. Jamie

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    • June 16, 2019 at 9:40 AM
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      Well dear Jamie, I am so pleased that you are excited to read my work, as dark and dreary it often evolves into. Tis often a treat, let alone a surprise when my Muse awakens within me and scoffs at my tardiness and sloth, pick up the pen he quips and let me flow through your blood and drip some pain and melancholia upon your blank page. You say your read interviews with poets, does this help stimulate your own beautiful mind I wonder? Tis a passion indeed, often not welcomed by us dependent on our mood. Volatile much so and susceptible to wandering minds, although without our clouded heads emptying themselves, where would we be, likely in a home for the weak minded I feel. I pray dear poet that you always will bathe in your magnificent verse, for those you have many, keep them coming. As a talent you have and a sharing heart indeed.

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  • June 16, 2019 at 9:55 PM
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    It is always a blessing to see a new work by you Vincent. I too have been battling with family and personal committments that hamper my time to devote to writing. Sadly we cannot choose our muses, but they choose us to convey what they deem as worthy. Yours may tend to favour the dark and brooding side of life and realities many try to ignore, but it doesn’t make your words any less beautiful.

    My own muse seems to need almost too much diversity and at times I am left lamenting as I sit at my computer or with a notebook and find all my thoughts unsuitable for what my muse has in mind.
    Suddenly, something will trigger a light bulb moment and words will flow forth effortlessly. I rarely know before hand what the subject of my poem, article, or story will be, and planning or an outline rarely occur. Great job with this quality piece of verse.

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