A-muse-d She may be
Each day, when I so
Desperately seek her out.
She smiles, at the nick of time.
Graciously lets me swagger
(in the belief I masterminded them)
In the surfeit of words she shares.
She brings Magic, she does.
Even I, in my arrogance,
Must admit.
The kind that stretches
Beyond imagination;
Past spells cast to
Invoke, evoke, rebuke, choke…
She stays, companionably,
Inclining her sagacious head
Watching me chisel and hone a notion.
I might not acknowledge her,
Yet she lingers, a sheen in her gentle eyes
That you could mistake for moisture.
Happy? Pride? The ramble
Exceeds expectation?
Maybe the cold shoulder I give
Could be it, too.
How she waits, so patient…
But the walls are up
And the gates are locked…
Till that desperate cry, for help
Leaks out, faintly.
She fixes her smile,
Waits upon the whims
And allows the rambler
To think she, herself, is the Muse.
13 April, 2018, Day#13 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018
April 13, 2018 at 11:49 pm
Be cheeky to a teacher and you’d be admonished
But if the teacher is cheeky you’d be astonished
The tongue-in-cheek
Moreover’s not meek
Into herself, the Muse has vanished!
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April 14, 2018 at 9:57 am
Beautiful Gul
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April 14, 2018 at 10:26 am
Hehe… Thank you Gulshan! You’re the Magical presence here, along with Govind 🙂
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April 14, 2018 at 10:27 am
Gulshan, you adorable, you 🙂
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April 14, 2018 at 9:56 am
This reminds me of a story of a sculptor and her ware
When complimented for her flair
Says that the statue was already there
I just removed unwanted bits to lay it bare.
Absolutely brilliant. And i think that the muse is partial to you.😀
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April 14, 2018 at 10:24 am
Woah. It’s your story and kindness to the rambler that absolutely floors me! Thank you, Govind!
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