Poetry Day: Fragile Muse

Muses

(This was a fun one dealing with times when you can’t get your imagination running correctly.)

Our spirit of inspiration
Gentle pixie on our shoulder
With her ink-stained wings
And body cloaked in paint
Flitting on the edge of thought
Heard just enough to guide our dreams

 

Her power is at our cores
Dwelling in our mind and heart
She balances upon a scale
Held aloft by our self-worth
Easily tipped to madness
And swallowed by despair

 

She is a fragile creature
That can break at any moment
Leaving us a twitching husk
Adrift in harsh reality
With no wings to help us soar
No voice to call us home

 

She cannot die for good
Unless we will it to be so
We can fight to bring her back
Absorb the pain that made her fall
Using it to forge new strength
And revive our fragile muse

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About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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8 Responses to Poetry Day: Fragile Muse

  1. A great description of a muse, Charles

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  2. L. Marie's avatar L. Marie says:

    The imagery is very lovely. “With her ink-stained wings
    And body cloaked in paint
    Flitting on the edge of thought
    Heard just enough to guide our dreams”

    “With no wings to help us soar”

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  3. I always thought of my muse as something like a raven that will come and peck me if I sit idle for too long. I agree with L. though. Your imagery here is lovely.

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  4. I am not really into poetry, but I enjoyed this one. It has some great imagery.

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