Posts tagged ‘muse’

December 1, 2020

THE MAGIC OF OUR SONG

by thereluctantpoet

THE MAGIC OF OUR SONG
THE MAGIC OF OUR SONG
By Charles Robert Lindholm


I Was Drawn
Back Into Childhood Memories
As I Listened To The Wind
Whispering Through The Trees

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November 3, 2020

HAIKU: AND THEN I WRITE POEMS

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My First Conscious Thought

Is To Take A Breath Of Air

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August 12, 2020

Married to the Muse

by HemmingPlay

Photo by Richard Calmes


We know dark places,
the things we daren’t see. 
We learn, some of us, that
running away
is pointless,
that they are
mere ghosts and shadows and
lost fragments of us, 
longing to be seen.
My back is ribboned by invisible scars
from invisible claws, from my
desperate, abandoned children.

Still, I am always
looking for the
thing just out of reach.
I crave love, but after a life
of it, I choose to be slightly apart. 
I love women, and want them
To know how beautiful
they are. I love
them that way, true,
but I can’t give
myself to them,
I can’t give away part of me.
Not anymore.
I can love, but not be owned.
I don’t have the right.
I am now husband to the Muse,
and she is always calling
me to a dance of mystery
under a full moon,
on the edge of knowing,
to glimpse what’s over the cliff.
She offers me her skin to write on
and mocks my hesitation.
She’s a curse, a mystery, 
And a blessing, too long denied.

I learned, after long years of running,
trying to be someone
only partially living in truth. 
I learned. 
It took a cataclysm. 
Something survived all that,
some tiny golden thread of self,
though completion eludes me still.
I reclaim my birthright
and head homeward, to my nature,
still able to get lost in a high blue sky. 

A 20-year-old can stroll through
falling maple leaves— 
awestruck at the aching violet-blue
of a Western sky
almost to the
edge of space;
watch eagles
ride the wind above the rocky shore—
live in the promise of a great, great life,
in the long day of
glorious summer
that feels as if it
will never end.

January 12, 2019

HAIKU: AND THEN I WRITE POEMS

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My First Conscious Thought

Is To Take A Breath Of Air

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December 12, 2018

Searching for Muse lost

by pranabaxom

First published on my blog http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com on Dec 10, 2018.

Was it that long ago, by
The south seas
Warm waves crashing,
Bursting bubbles caressing

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December 1, 2018

THE MAGIC OF OUR SONG

by thereluctantpoet

THE MAGIC OF OUR SONG
THE MAGIC OF OUR SONG
By Charles Robert Lindholm


I Was Drawn
Back Into Childhood Memories
As I Listened To The Wind
Whispering Through The Trees

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October 7, 2018

SCRIBBLING WORDS ON WHITE PAPER

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

In The Backside Of The Night
I Sit In Silence
In Flickering Candlelight

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May 8, 2018

AN INTIMATE KISS

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Wait For Her
In The Backside Of The Night
At The Place We Always Meet,
My Old Desk,
Where I Always Go To Write

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May 5, 2018

THE WHISPERS OF MY MUSE

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Muse
Whispers
Softly To My Soul
Reassuring Me Of Her Love
And Commitment

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April 17, 2018

IN LOVE WITH A MUSE (MY CALLIOPE) – REPRISE

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm   2-24-2017   4:50 a.m.

 calliope-greek-museI wait for her each morning

in the backside of the night

in the final hours of darkness

just before, the dawn’s first light

 I long for her arrival

so in darkness I can see

and I listen like a lover

to her whispered words

for me

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February 23, 2018

My Muse

by Megha's World

“Never durst a poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink was tempered with love’s sighs.”
― William Shakespeare, Love’s Labour’s Lost

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My inspiration
the music to which my
quill dances  wildly
beyond the realms
of dreams and reality

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November 29, 2017

MEANT FOR YOU

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I hear voices
and some of them
they speak to me
but only just a few 

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November 26, 2017

MUSES LAUGH

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I hear voices
whispering
in The Backside Of The Night 

Calling to me softly
tempting me
to write 

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November 24, 2017

INDIGO INK

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

My pen is filled
with indigo ink
that captures
the words
that are whispered
into my ear

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November 23, 2017

#121 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

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November 22, 2017

Hark!

by Anita Lubesh

Hark!

Stark strangers loiter to scavenge thoughts once hid;
both now bustle briskly under this fair poplar

my muse, she blows keenly to rustle up these tired
parchments – not scratched e’er since autumn

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November 14, 2017

#112 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

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November 14, 2017

HAIKU: TO MY MUSE

by thereluctantpoet

HAIKU:  TO MY MUSE

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I’m missing our talks

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November 3, 2017

THE OTHER SIDE OF ME

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Is there another side of me?
I wonder and pretend
I don’t already know
the answer to that question

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October 24, 2017

#91 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

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October 21, 2017

#88 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =      

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October 15, 2017

RANDOM WORDS

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

They seem like
random words
whispered
by my muse 

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September 24, 2017

#66 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

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September 3, 2017

Crux

by John S

As hills become mountains and the lakes lead to streams,
then writing this poem is more like a scheme

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July 29, 2017

Dancing Alone

by Alanna

My muse lost me

Or did I lose her?

I turn around and she is gone

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July 8, 2017

A part of you

by John S

Emerging in the sleeping dew
with softened morning light,

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June 23, 2017

THE WORD WEAVER

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Quietly he sits
in the silence of the night
weaving words inside his head
by the flickering candlelight

His muse has shown him everything
in the grand design
so he weaves his words with subtlety,
with cadence, rhythm and rhyme

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June 17, 2017

contained

by John S

she brought me words in ceramic
all polished and glistening,

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