My Muse
there’s a tingling in my fingers
my muse makes my fingers itch
they search for a pen before
I realize they’re even moving
words appear and spill out
blood, bile and vomit
on the page of my notebook
when I thought I was growing
daisies and roses
ghosts hover and wolves howl
I wanted hopping bunnies
but the wolf ate the bunny
and blood runs like a stream
down the path my feet are treading
Does your muse ever wander off into the forest?
Do you ever finish a poem and go – “Wait! That’s not what I was going to write!”
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Yes, I have finished a poem and thought “Wait! That’s not what I was going to write!” Clever poem. I like the blood, bile and vomit on the page part in particular.
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Thanks Sean!
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Ahwooo! Let it all hang out! You have captured the essence of cathartic writing beautifully… blood, guts and all. 😊
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The power of the muse and what a great job you did at conveying it….or wait….was that the muse? Wonderful imagery. I say let the muse rule! Thanks for joining in at OLN.
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Thanks for the comment Mish!
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Wonderfully written and I find that many poems take on a life of their own to write what wants to be written.
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Oh yes, it happens! I have often thought of something and as the words pour out, it ends up altogether in a different manner.
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Oh, I know that feeling! Well put!
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but the wolf ate the bunny…love this expression of the muse at work.
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Sometimes our dark, shadow selves must be heard perhaps this is what happened with you!
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Maybe!
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What fun…I say let them ghosts and wolves out and about ~ Thanks for joining us ~
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Thanks for reading and commenting!!
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Yes… It doesn’t happen often, but always startles me when it does. Those poems (or songs) that end up being something very different from what I intended are some of my best, though. Well done!
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Thanks Crystal!
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This has happen to me a lot. Great poem.
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Thanks for your comment!
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Nice:
“blood, bile and vomit
on the page of my notebook
when I thought I was growing
daisies and roses”
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Thank you!
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The possessed pen is well known to me as well. They weren’t called the Grimm fairy tales for nothing. 🙂
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Thanks for reading Brain!
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My muse always go to the dark side… are there not werebunnies that can defend themselves?
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Ah, werebunnies, I should have thought of that!
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