Music
Music is such a personal thing
Shared by the world
With each hearing it uniquely.
The dreams are nightmares collectively,
For the lyrics are interpreted
Quite different depending on
The soul.
Some just hear only the beat,
Others need the lyrics
To connect
Soulfully.
Marriage
Two souls intertwine,
The choices made
Were made combined.
Through the good,
The bad and the in between
I am with you and you are with me.
And if death does do us part,
Please know that with you
Goes my heart.
The vows were made in truest faith
Before family, friends, and all that came.
All the years, the struggles, the tears,
And not a thing would I change.
You and I are everything
That I wanted in my
Day to day.
Looking Into the Void
The edge is a tempting place
For me to go to scream,
Looking into the Void
I can scream about all the things
That I should somehow avoid.
The edge calls me forth,
The need to speak unto the void.
A eternity at my feet
With the wind pulling me
Towards the edge.
Who’s to Blame
The age old question is asked
Again and again,
Who’s to blame,
What is the fault?
So much blame to be handed about,
Instead of accepting that we all
Have a hand in the end results,
Instead of handing out blame
Why not allow humanity
Room for mistakes?
About us draped the past
Please understand that we have always
Had the past wrapped around us,
Echoing the moments that we lived…
We wore it proudly because it made us
Into the people that we were,
Folding us like origami into individual selves…
Perhaps it was too heavy for some,
That cloak of memories,
But it still was a part
Of the way that
Humanity dressed.
I oopsed and undid my Monday poetry post from this week…so here it is again…one from me and one from Serena…
Ah… my brain is burning.
I wish I could claim it was just the heat.
Here lately I have been getting spurts of inspiration… and urges to write or create. It always makes me feel like I’m feverish.
I can remember when I wrote when the muse struck me and the idea of using prompts seemed like cheating. Now, the prompts are more like a spring board. I am often less worried about the prompt than I am what I want to say.
I end up feeling like the prompts don’t fit with the idea of the volume I have been working on and I pass them by. I get a vision of what I want the book to look like and then I just don’t want it to be anything less.
Now that leads me down rabbit holes looking for just the right prompt, just the right idea to be just the right poem. Perhaps perfectionism is a true problem…
Buy your copy here…
So I am done with the writing on Muse’s Masterpiece.
I will start Echoes tomorrow.
That being said… when I asked for a help to pick the next volume, I think that I miss-spoke. I always start with the idea that the volume is unthemed. (Unless I have a theme in mind) it evolves every time to bear a little bit of a theme.
I don’t do it on purpose.
I really don’t.
There is always some that don’t fit in the end exactly, but I don’t feel bad about it as it was not supposed to be a themed book to start with.
All of that being said… Muse’s Masterpiece seems to be mostly about answering the call of the creative muse.
Muse’s Masterpiece is scheduled for publishing in November (Link when I get it). And I will be writing on Echoes into the Void starting tomorrow. Maybe this one will not gather a theme on me.
Pattimouse 