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Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Poet's Lament





Oft you evoke in my in-most being
Hollowed indictments I cannot ignore
Passionate pleading; rushing receding
Oceans of wonder and pondering roar
Desire dances in sanguine circles
Duty remands with a stiff, solemn grip
Wanderlust whispers; temptation trickles
I need a pen between my fingertips
A-h-h-h-h…
Smooth satisfaction probes inspiration
Pulses quicken with anticipation

Muse, oh languid and luring impression
Teasing and taunting the fringe of my thought
Do you seek kinship or mournful confession?
I feel you but to touch you, I can not
Are you the shadow that ruffles the willow?
Are you the Shepherd of star-spangled deep?
Or do you burrow beneath my pillow
Murmuring to me as I fall asleep
A-h-h-h-h
You are a rebel tormenter of men
Provoking the poet without a pen

Oft you evoke intangible beauty
Caught in the lilt and the bend of the breeze
Oft, in the middle of modest duty
You kiss the moment with sweet memories
I cannot hate you, therefore I must love you
Feed on the hunger of what you withhold
Darling, I am so empty without you
Tease me; torment me until I am old
A-h-h-h,
Poet, poor poet; are you blessed or cursed?
Caught in the vortex of life’s best or worst?

© Janet Martin

Written for Poetry Jam; love-hate relationship

12 comments:

  1. Very good, I guess as a poet good or bad once you pick up that pen for the first time the curse begins. Really enjoyed this

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  2. A lovely evocation of your Muse, 'ruffling the willow'.

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  3. Beautiful writing, Janet. This expresses so well the mixed feelings about the muse...who could torment, evoke beauty, bless, or curse. I think the muse is one we love to hate, hate to love.

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  4. smiles....nice....really cool flow in this, and it is rather haunting how the muse can be such a tough mistress....lol...its true

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  5. A writer has to write...it is in the blood. I'm sure if they ever invent a test it will have a name for it...lol
    I felt this. Beautiful.

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  6. Lots of lovely imagery in this. Reads well. And of course we all know that devil-angel we call the Muse!

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  7. There is so much emotion erupting from every line ... I can visualize you writing it!

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  8. oh, this is stunning! my muse loves to strike when i'm in the shower without pen and paper...

    thank you for participating at Poetry Jam!


    dani

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  9. I love your rhyme scheme (sort of sonnet-like?) and the imagery you've used in this. It's a pleasure to read! Thank you.

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  10. The torment of the muse! Nicely done, as usual.

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  11. Gorgeous writing! I can sympathize with this poem greatly...my own muse tends to be a bit of a diva who's always going off on adventures without me, but I'd be lost without her. Nicely done!

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