~ Medusa’s Meadow – Poem by Muse ~

Medusa’s Meadow

Be still the moonlight in harbor’s dim
A tepid mongrel soul does serendipitously swim.
I flutter neath life’s mortal sleep ~
Faithfully keeping secrets of the deep.

Long ago in ages of innocent youth
A heart was tied, entangled ~ not aloof.
My love was given as the wind ~
Freely floating without end. We danced in meadows filled with green
Our private clover guarded and unseen.
We planted seeds that broke the soil ~
Some were fruitful ~ others spoiled. Two souls united ~ or so I thought
We dwell in sunlight where we ought.
Dark social noblemen shunned from our sight ~
Nary did we mourn our peasantry plight. The days passed as days must do and our love
Was discovered and was tested for the truth.
It was Medusa in her garden of blackness bitter born ~
Who whispered to her lover, ‘I shall attack at morn’.

So she bade us welcome with her serpent’s demonic hiss
We recoiled instantly with a sight such this.
Medusa whispered in your ear all your hurts,
your horrors, your fears.
United we stood firmly in the light ~
Daring not to pass from our meadow into Medusa’s black of night.

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She watched us with beady eyes that swayed a reptilian dance
Little by little, I felt your body waver in a metronomic trance.
She smiled wickedly and with a darting of her tongue ~
She softened her hissing to a liar’s preening hum.

She sung to you all your joys, your wants, your hopes and spoils
And your love flickered but for an instant ~
but indeed the deed was done.
For in that one moment of betrayal, Medusa’s seduction
had now won.
She pulled you to her meadow where pestilence was seed ~
And harvest was the human hearts from which we all bleed.

I stood at the meadow’s gate mourning in the sun ~
While you my love were gnawed upon the deceit of the one.
With sword in hand I charged forth ~ To grapple in the bleak ~
To traverse all of hell for the true love I seek.
But nay…my victory was not to be ~
For as I raised my blade, your voice contently bade me stay ~
Your hands unyielding, held my armament at bay.

This tale will not find me in Dante’s dark abode ~
And though I am dead, I am no longer alone.
For Neptune and Poseidon, gave me shelter from the green.
I await the gates of heaven as I swim within the sea ~
And though I am forgiven ~ From your love I shall never be free.

(muse)

~ Mapping of Me – Poem by Muse ~

desire youYou my love ~ are my cartographer…
Drawing lines about my heart ~
Sketching rivers ~ that flow between…
The mountains as they part ~
Intricate pathways ~ secret trails…
Undeniable passion ~
It is my form ~ now your parchment…
Inked forever fashioned ~

(muse)

 

~ Proclamation – A Love Poem by Muse ~

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Where will the sun rise on this the first day of our love?
It shall arise in the East, atop the mighty mountain citadels…
When will the sun rise ~on this the first day of our love?

It shall be at dawn, when clouds caress the globe of warmth…
What will the sun rise ~herald on this the first day of our love?

It shall announce the birth of our union’s triumphant sojourn…
A declaration from one heart to another ~
Quintessential truth prolifically declared…
Sunrise to sunset with twilight swathed between ~

Silhouetted against the light I do proclaim
To take thy heart’s pure coffer and thy name
~
(muse from her book Anthesis)

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Raquel Amaral

Raquel Amaral Ok Michelangelo of words I love reading your ~Proclamation and I look forward to more of your brilliant gift!

Jamie Morris

Jamie Morris lovly as usual, very touching

Shelly Nugent Lampshire

Shelly Nugent Lampshire Just beautiful. With none of that Song of Solomon awkwardness…

Lish Weese

Lish Weese love it!

Rose Piedad

Rose Piedad this is so touching and i really like it Oh LOVE smile emoticon

Tammy Cowan

Tammy Cowan I love this picture.

Wendy Halford Crowley

Wendy Halford Crowley My husband had trouble getting this line when he read it “Quintessential truth prolifically declared…” …. Shesh ~ men! But he loved this line “our union’s triumphant sojourn…” Go figure what men will read into that!!!!

Elizabeth Hunter

Elizabeth Hunter Now this would be the perfect place to travel for love with in this prose.

Tammy McCain

Tammy McCain This would have been another wonderful piece to have used on Evan & Val’s programs……..I still loved the one we used, though! Keeping you close, even though you were not physically there! xoxo

Kathy Jones

Kathy Jones magic kingdom, get picture

~ Tears Poem Quote from Muse ~

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“I would write my tears, weeping out my pain

I would empty my veins for ink.” (muse slice)

Logophile Pastry:

The word ‘would’ is considered  to be a verb in the English language. Verbs are those words which directly relate to action. ‘Would’, can infer that you have already willing done something, becoming the past tense. It should be noted that in today’s style of speech and writing,  we rarely see this application. More often we utilize the word have. ie. I will do that < > I have done that. We use the word ‘would’ in a more futuristic sense … I would do that.

But the word ‘will’ also implies an action yet to be taken also. ie. I will eat the apple. Since all of the issues discussed are true, what difference does it make when a poet (or writer) decides upon a certain connotation or meaning ?  It means the world!

Let’s try these examples;

  1. I would write my tears, weeping out my pain ~I would empty my veins for ink.
  2. I will write my tears, weeping out my pain ~I will empty my veins for ink.
  3. I have written my tears, weeping out my pain ~I have emptied my veins for ink.

Number 3, it is quite clear that this action has already occurred. Something has caused our writer grief and pain. As readers we immediately begin to ‘relate’. Our inquisitive human nature is put on hold because we have no further insight from the author. We search our souls for empathy and/or sympathy. For who among us have not shed tears? It is only on a commitment to deeper exploration we seek to know what caused these actions. Yet not every reader is a committed reader ~ not every reader is an explorer. As a writer, you most assuredly want to evoke empathy and sympathy but as a good writer and poet you want more!

Number 2, utilizes the word ‘will’.  A statement that infers the writer is determined and steadfast in their commitment to action. The reader feels a less compelling connection to the poet, why? Because the poet is not engaging the reader. By choosing to use the word ‘will’,  we are being prepared for little else than a monologue. As a writer / poet one must use care not lose their reader. For now we are asking “ok, so, you will…now what?” … If there is not a clear and definitive path to emotion stronger than that ~ all is for naught.

‘Would’. My chosen word. Why? Because it states the action … with a delicately nuanced set of conditions. “I would write my tears…” leaves the reader to ask “You would, why? Have you? When?” etc.  This selection also entangles the heart and mind for the same reasons cited in number 3.  By choosing the word “would”, the poet / writer weaves a decidedly more layered thread with the reader. The reader, who may not on the surface be an explorer, will react to the word ‘would’ with emotional and mental ferocity. “Right, I would do that too…IF…”  Therein dwells the secret. You must find a spark of camaraderie between poet / writer and reader.

The word ‘would’ is such a powerful weapon, use it with caution as tears may follow.

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