[ Join Free! ]
(No Spam mail)

  • RolePlay
  • Join Us
  • Writings
  • Shoutbox
  • Community
  • Digg Mashup
  • Mp3 Search
  • Online Education
  • My Youtube
  • Ear Training
  • Funny Pics
  • nav

  • Role Play
  • Piano Music
  • Free Videos
  • Web 2.0
  • nav

    << | >>

    dots Submission Name: The Musedots

    Author: krs3332003
    Elite Ratio:    6.51 - 146/114/65
    Words: 409
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
    Total Views: 1749
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 2848

       I had previously submitted this poem some time ago (it was actually from the early 90s - long before I submitted it to ES). I felt it needed a little re-shaping...a little of this and a little of that. Anyway, I changed enough that it made sense to re-submit it. Regarding the poem, art often times, mimics life. This bit of story telling represents the end of a period of writer's block (just a few months). Oddly enough, I wrote about my writer's block to end my writer's block. Who knew :) In any case, enjoy "The Muse".

    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.

    dotsThe Musedots

    He stared into the candle
    his thoughts without a cause
    A moment's hesitation
    when a poet's hand would pause

    Of castles evermore
    from chances left too late
    Nothing said within
    his soul could not create

    Darkness sat beside him
    the candle seemed so dim
    The velvet glove of silence
    that stole his spirit's vim

    Then through the quiet room
    came an echo of despair
    Soft crying in the night
    that filled the moonlit air

    The poet could only wonder
    of the weeping that he hears
    So fearlessly he ventured on
    toward the calling tears

    Beneath the greatest oak
    a brilliance did abound
    Frantic full with sorrow
    a fallen Muse he found

    The rapture of it all
    filled him up inside
    A moment lost in time
    from which to walk beside

    "Why, oh fallen muse
    do you sit here all alone?"
    She sat there poised and paused
    in silent reticent tone

    "You seem so melancholy
    is there something I can do?"
    And then she gazed upon his face
    her eyes were clouds of blue

    "To what, dear poet, do I owe
    such eternal gratitude?
    I inspire none the more
    and have been cast to solitude."

    "I am but a simple Muse
    I incite the poet's heart."
    He remembered words he couldn't write
    it tore his soul apart

    He knew the reason why
    for this fallen muse's curse
    The silence in his thoughts
    for timeless words in verse

    "Before the dawn becomes the day
    I'll return you to the light.
    I'll cast away your spell
    and soothe away your endless night."

    Her eyes were shut with promises
    to reckon her dismay
    The poet left her there
    taking care to find his way

    Returning to his dwelling place
    and to the candle's glow
    Like flowing rivers in the spring
    he expressed for all to know

    From that which held him back
    had surely passed him by
    Answers to the questions
    in lyric songs to fly

    To keep his promise true
    he went to find his Muse
    For dawn had broken way
    her hex would soon diffuse

    Yet beneath the father oak
    he saw no tempest bound
    And in her resting place
    beauty blossomed from the ground

    A brilliant rose of deepest red
    that bloomed before his eyes
    From joyous content he wept
    her gift to him of no good-byes

    2016 Kelly R. Sullivan

    Submitted on 2016-08-16 18:01:44     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
    Submissions: [ Previous ] [ Next ]

    Rate This Submission

    1: >_<
    2: I dunno...
    3: meh!
    4: Pretty cool
    5: Wow!

    ||| Comments |||
      A bard, on his last quest to find new tales to tell. The moment before hope leaves him to the wolves, he is found, saved, and blessed by inspiration.

    Wonderful write, thanks for sharing.
    | Posted on 2018-02-05 00:00:00 | by endlessgame23 | [ Reply to This ]
      Yet beneath the father oak
    he saw no tempest bound
    And in her resting place
    beauty blossomed from the ground

    This was my favorite part. Thank you for sharing another well written tale. The Muse as a beautiful woman is common but not worn out for your use of it. Your ways with words could make the most cliché entertaining.
    | Posted on 2016-08-16 00:00:00 | by lori_tab | [ Reply to This ]

    Think Feedback more than Compliments :: [ Guidelines ]

    1. Be honest.
    2. Try not to give only compliments.
    3. How did it make you feel?
    4. Why did it make you feel that way?
    5. Which parts?
    6. What distracted from the piece?
    7. What was unclear?
    8. What does it remind you of?
    9. How could it be improved?
    10. What would you have done differently?
    11. What was your interpretation of it?
    12. Does it feel original?


    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.




    User Name:


    [ Quick Signup ]
    [ Lost Password ]

    January 10 07
    131,497 Poems

    I have 14,000+ Subscribers on Youtube. See my Video Tutorials

    [ Angst Poetry ]
    [ Cutters ]
    [ Famous Poetry ]
    [ Poetry Scams ]

    [ Smaller ] [ Bigger ]