A woman’s heart is laid bare here. Motivation and inspiration abound, all written from personal experiences. A mysterious menagerie of fledgling poetry and intimate prose waltz from light-hearted romps to veils of darkness; to love’s salvation. Readers will be moved by the many facets of the Muse’s soul. Prepare for a journey, a metamorphosis where goodness reigns supreme, a true Enigmatic Evolution. The Muse asks that you “read well and judge lightly,” and hopes her readers will find within this book her unexpected gift.
I have no clue what some of you are wearing at this very moment. You could be in your pink pajamas and fluffy slippers with head full of hair rollers. It could be that you are dressed to the nines, adorned in stilettos, lace and leather or perhaps you are sporting jeans and a sweatshirt!
Each of us has a comfort zone in life just as we have one in fashion. The question we need to ask ourselves is: How exactly did I determine my comfort zone? The answers could be various forms of “It’s right for me…I know what I like…Been there, done that, chose this” – However, if we give answers like, “I’ve always dressed this way…I don’t own anything else…or I dunno”, then let’s make a push today or tomorrow, to take a little step out beyond the norm. Beyond the comfort we think is our fortress. Not just in the fashion we wear, but in the actions we take to progress our lives forward into a successful one!
(Success is subjective, each of us determining we have obtained that goal, just as we determine comfort. That my dear readers is a blog post for another day. As always, the disclaimer, I am not a soothsayer, physician or theologian. Merely a muse who had a thought, and a quill who refused to be silenced.)
Free yourself from the chains that bind you. Release the fear that holds you captive. Do not be afraid to love and be loved. Don’t lay blame – but then again don’t hold back. Speak your mind. Or perhaps, whisper your thoughts. The fear (or comfortableness) of communicating between male and females in relationships is the number one reason small problems become greater. We leave them unattended, but they do not die. They fester and grow. They become beasts, devouring what we hold most dear.
The majority of men are hardwired to achieve. Success at all costs (mostly). Duct-tape, remote, damn the torpedoes, kind of mentality, a modern take of the hunter gatherer of long ago. He is the protector. And what then of us? The femme blossoms of his life? We are the nurturers. The sweeteners of the provisions brought to our safe abode. We waltz about creating a cold hardened shell into a home. Yearning for the brush of a cheek, a warm smile, a gentle pause in the chaotic but beautiful dance of life. We yearn, yes, but do we stop long enough for of these to happen? Does he see your pause? Or, are you continuing to dance alone? Perhaps, before the music of life begins anew, on this Valentine’s Day-put your loved one on your “dance” card”. Together make the commitment – to be unafraid of love.
(*these represent my unprofessional, awake 3am, living on dark chocolate and iced tea opinions-no formal, medical or otherwise relevant say as i do implications should be taken. as a muse i just pulled out my ink and quill and this is what poured out-accept it with a smile, as it was intended)
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;
I would write my tears, weeping out my pain ~I would empty my veins for ink.
I will write my tears, weeping out my pain ~I will empty my veins for ink.
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.
“I ache not from need –
but from my heart’s gluttony of you.” (muse slice)
Gluttony is our modernized English version taken from an old Latin word ‘gluttire’. Precisely it describes the act of gulping down or swallowing with greed or excessive indulgence. The emotional attachment to the word gluttony immediately gives our brain visions of vulgarity, waste, indiscretion, extravagance, bloat, vile and in some cases, sinfulness.
One of the first recorded uses of the term comes to us from the Biblical book of Leviticus (and Deuteronomy) 538–332 BCE. The reference point deals directly with food/wine etc. excess above and beyond what is required to exist. So, in effect we have been imprinted with images of massive bodies, slothfully gorging at a never ending banquet. This mental picture rightfully gives us pause. We innately know that this behavior is detrimental to our well being.
Let us then ask the question, can there be true gluttony of something which is entirely good? Can we be gluttonous with the air we breathe, if we breathe deeply? Are we treading into ravenous oceans if we consume more than the daily recommended allowance of water? And what of love? Can we love in a manner, so all consuming it becomes a loathsome cardiac entanglement? Sadly the answer is yes to all of the above. When these basics become addictions, such once beautiful things as love become an affliction.
In all good things show temperance.
In this slice of Muse poetry, I have offered up the term in a more ‘palatable’ fashion (hopefully).