Lost Valentine – Poem by Muse

Because You Are Blue Valentine
(written by muse to the melody of an old waltz)
If you’re feeling blue, I’ll tell you what to do ~
If your heart is sad, and your smile just can’t be glad ~
If you’re feeling lonely, lost out in the cold ~
If your body grows weary, and blooms have grown old …
Dream of me – dream of me / close your eyes and dream of me….
Let me whisper the memories that only we shared ….
Let me whisper the memories and carry you there.
Dream of me – dream of me / close your eyes and dream of me….
Until you’re not feeling blue, and you know it’s true ~
That your heart is now glad and no longer sad ~
You feel me there, keeping you warm ~
And your body grows ….young.
And the blooms once withered …are now fresh and new.
Dream of me – dream of me / close your eyes and dream of me….
Let me whisper the memories that only we shared ….
Let me whisper the memories and carry you there.
Dream of me – dream of me / close your eyes and dream of me….
For love … true love … never fades. (muse)

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Happy Valentine’s Day from Muse

Valentines DayFree 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)

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Proclamation – A Love Poem by Muse

Proclamation by Muse~Proclamation~
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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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~ Love Poem – Aortic Iron by Muse ~

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~ Aortic Iron ~
At the apex of my soliloquy
I languish where the surf meets the sand
Barely existing in a false sanctity
In the elusiveness of man ~

My porcelain heart encased in iron
Beats in a surreal doloroso
Caravans of carriages
Wind along paths beneath my feet ~

If I had the time of mountains
A wanderer of the universe would I be
Dancing in the wind
Dancing in the waves
Immersing my bareness
In nameless woodland streams ~

Searching to be nurtured
And longing to be weaned.
My aortic iron
Forged with silver seams
Needs to come unraveled
Dissected at the seams ~
On the shores of immortality
I would weave a stretto web
Capturing compassion and confessions
From both the living and the dead ~

The triangulation of my soul
Earth ~ Heaven ~ Inner Sea
If I had the time of mountains
This is how it would be ~
But I dream
For I am at the apex of my soliloquy
Languishing where the surf meets the sand
Barely existing in a false sanctity
In the elusiveness of man.
(by muse)

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~ Word Exploration – Tense in Poetry ~

“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.

Pansylee VanMeteren Illustrator, Author, Poet, Songwriter Lyricst, Artist of WV - The Muse - Poetic Pastries