You that lose nothing
Know nothing
W.S. Merwin
Here comes the insurgent’s bride
dressed in leaves of green
She makes love to you in dreams
crushing fragments of yesterday
to dust beneath her bare feet
She has no use for futile tears
She will dismiss the faltering notes
of the song you sing for her
She is everywhere and nowhere now
Why do you choke on the taste of alone?
Day 19 ~ MUSE
I am hosting in The Imaginary Garden today with my Micro Poetry prompt: "I am my own muse".
This is so powerful!❤️ I love the idea of muse being insurgent's bride .. and the mood and ambience created in this poem. "Why do you choke on the taste of alone?" I feel this describes the struggle we often face with our muses .. sometimes its dry and sometimes rewarding.❤️
ReplyDeleteThank you for the close reading, Sanaa. It has been wonderful to have your support both in writing and commentary this April!
DeleteThank you so much Kerry 😍 it's indeed been an amazing month this year! Pretty soon we'll be crossing the finish line together!❤️
DeleteI do hope so! Every day I wonder if I have anything more to say.
DeleteI love the flow here. 'She' seems so powerful and pragmatic. Woven elegantly.
ReplyDeletePowerful and pragmatic! I like that, Viv.
DeleteBeautiful write!! The final line leaves me hanging....waiting...is there ever an answer to "why?" The muse can be fickle.
ReplyDeleteIt does seem to be a leading question.
DeleteThose first four lines are marvelous, like Cohen meets Lorca. I love the entire thing.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Shay!
DeleteLove how you describe her, surefooted and strong... I feel like she is someone to follow... everywhere and nowhere.
ReplyDeleteThat makes me smile. Thank you, Bjorn.
Deletethere's that song with the refrain "She..." , and this reminds me of that ~
ReplyDeleteI know the one you mean ~
DeleteYeah, but the very first thought of her is enough to get a junkie searching, and wanting. Great SA, and so it has been for as long as history can remember.
ReplyDeleteIt's always make or break in the first minute of the encounter.
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Love ya, AZ.
I see Solsbury Hill in the green attire, the song Peter Gabriel when he was frustrated and wanting to leave Genesis.i get frstrsted with my muse when she keeps playing the old record over and over in my head, wrutung the same poem with different words. But then there is that wonderful line, why choke on alone? I think your muse gives you a kick just as mine does
ReplyDeleteI ignore my muse most of the time, but April has given her an opportunity to apply her wits.
DeleteAh, but she is transcendent. May as well embrace her gladly; what else is there to do?
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed. She's a feisty one.
Delete"the taste of alone" Yes, I choke on it often. Doubt really gets in the back of my throat/pen
ReplyDeleteNo time for doubts - just do or don't do..
DeleteSo wonderful, with an especially powerful closing line.
ReplyDeleteIt took me a while to decide on the close - glad to know it worked out.
DeleteEverywhere and nowhere... that is a perfect description of my muse now! There is so much to say and yet there's nothing.
ReplyDeleteExactly!
DeleteMy muse goes Willie Nillie and I like it that way. I give her full rein and pick up from there.
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