Posted in poetry, tagged body image, coping, creativity, daily life, destiny, dreams, emotion, fear of the future, free verse, future, identity, life, life experience, meaningful living, memory, personality, philosophy, poetry, solitude, the future, work, writing on August 14, 2010| 1 Comment »
The Rules
I am so unsure
of everything I know
inside my skin
outside in the air I
have no clue
pictures look like
strangers
reflections like ghosts
that have haunted me since
childhood when,
at times, I stood in front
of the mirror, eyes unfocused
trying to picture who
I would resemble when
older
But now as I fix one
knot another unravels
at my spine and
threads tear away at the
base of my neck
I get one layer of
my person and
soul and forty more
come to light
fly away
and turn into pumpkins
at the morning sun.
Love,
Muse
Posted in poetry, tagged career, career choice, career choices, childhood, coping, creativity, daily life, emotion, free verse, growing up, identity, kitchen sink, life, life experience, marbles, meaningful living, memory, missed opportunities, outdoors, philosophy, poetry, solitude, spiralbound notebooks, the future, work on July 2, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Everlasting Green
something in
me trembles as I
stand over the
precipice of
the sink and
look into
the drain at
pencils, marbles of
this millenia, spirals
of notebook bounds with
nostalgia, bliss of young
18 year old confused
me
when I go
to where the trees
beckon and
file this year
I fear I
won’t be
able to ever
get
that back.
Love,
Muse
Posted in poetry, tagged Adam, apple, being in love, biblical, creativity, eden, Eve, evil, free verse, garden of eden, god, good, identity, interpretations of biblical literature, knowledge, life experience, man, meaningful living, nature, poetry, relationships, snake, souls, the bible, the search for knowledge, tree of knowledge, woman on May 17, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Lament of The Only Woman
I shouldn’t have
eaten the apple
not really
that snake said
lovely
words of
velvet
made sense
at the time
and my naked
man
hopped my
logic train
and now we’re
out in
the desert.
And I’m
knocked up.
Balls.
Love,
Muse
A.N: This is a take on biblical stories. To the mother of the poet, my uterus is not full of babies. In case you were concerned.
Posted in poetry, tagged coping, creativity, daily life, einstein, emotion, florence nightingale, free verse, health care, helpers, helping professions, hospital, identity, interning, interns, internship, life, life experience, meaningful living, missed opportunities, mother theresa, poetry, strangers, the future, work, writing on April 20, 2010| Leave a Comment »
A Caring Profession
no more words
I quit
no longer saying
the right thing
the stranger who says
excuse me fix
my child
that’s it.
you do it you
solve their
problems.
file it all
lock it
up to be
checked out
by someone else’s
savior
because I’m
done with
being your
solve-the-trick
einstein florence
nightengale mother
theresa
failbot.
Love, Muse
Posted in poetry, tagged childhood, children, church, color, colour, creativity, dreams, easter, easter bunny, easter preparations, fake flowers, flowers, growing up, jesus, meaningful living, memory, plastic, plastic cups, poetry, spring, writing on April 4, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Chocolate Dixie
they were decorating in
the dark by
the church an
Easter surprise for
children to come
upon and be
fooled into spring
with eggs
tucked near their
wire stems
yellow cups
plates red and
blue snipped
and glued
into a sturdy garden
Bouquets of cheer
beckoning us to come on in
to say Hello
to Jesus.
Love,
Muse
Posted in poetry, tagged boats, books, creativity, darwin, destiny, dreams, evolution, exploration, free verse, knowledge, life, life experience, missed opportunities, natural history, nature, poetry, science, ships, solitude, the future, the search for knowledge, truth, voyages, wisdom on March 5, 2010| Leave a Comment »
To All You Explorers
the bitter in
me lost
a fight to
be the best
pleased all you
scholars
wrote the book
on capturing the
world
ended up with
one less ship
had to
call it a
day
before evolution
caught up with
us.
Love,
Muse
Posted in poetry, tagged afterlife, coping, creativity, death, destiny, dreams, emotion, feeling lost, free verse, human nature, identity, life, life experience, meaningful living, memory, philosophy, poems, poetry, solitude, souls, space, the future, writing on February 17, 2010| Leave a Comment »
A Lesson in Graffiti
circumstance is
the sister of wishes
prayer is
the feathers of
unborn birds
and
matter
is four hundred
25 cent bouncy balls
rocketing off
a cement wall
….all at
once.
duck the bad
thoughts
rubber stones,
fragile glue
masked words,
and physics should…
keep you afloat.
******
Afterlife
if you
open a dictionary
to one
certain page
words come
that give your answers
to anything.
everything except
the end.
you can’t
write,
the
bottom of a well
before it
is poured.
this is
Truth.
Love,
Muse
Posted in poetry, tagged art, being in love, creativity, drawing, emotion, free verse, Love, poetry, portrait, relationships, soulmates on January 7, 2010| 1 Comment »
Unexpected Portrait
i draw you
this shading outlining
your mouth
I can find the
edges of your cheek
define the curve
of your brow til
your face reaches
for my touch
from the flat safety
of this
page
as then I
scribble my
signature near
your chin
I hang it up on
the wall
and watch you meet
yourself
from the point of view of
my eyes.
Love,
Muse
Posted in poetry, tagged autobiography, books, bugs, butterfly, coping, creativity, emotion, free verse, identity, life, meaningful living, missed opportunities, nature, philosophy, poetry, script, song, souls, Wildlife, words, writing on December 2, 2009| 1 Comment »
Memoir
and I said there
is a butterfly
inside me
holding on
to the edges of my veins
curled and furled
in the hope
that the right words
will water and grow it
that flutterbug
into a velvet book
shivering script
into prose
trembling to
form a mountain
Then.
sprouting
in the mouth
of the pretty beast
will be the Silver Song
of its own
secret sighing soul.
Love,
Muse
From The Diary of An Unlisted Muse 