Posts Tagged ‘muse

21
Jan
09

#55: A Shakespearean Sonnet

Thou canst but hold me Sonnet one more hour
For I must answer Morpheus’ call anon.
Nectar thoughts lie within night’s Jasmine flower
That girds itself ‘gainst a determined dawn.
Morning’s pernicious fingers stealthy creep
Into the Muse’s garden fecund, green;
They roughly rouse Euterpe from her sleep
Seizing delight in snuffing out her dream.
When man is young, beauty’s the needed sprout-
A rosy cheek, verdant laugh, waves of gold;
Then skin turns, limbs do droop, eyelights go out-
Warm summer hath giv’n way to winter’s cold.
It pleaseth Time to make our words go wrong
So heed early and oft the Siren’s song.

23
Dec
08

Discontent of Winter

O Muse why have you left me here?
The air is cold; the atmosphere rank.
My sole companions the husks of old poems-
Their breath rattles, their chains clanking
As they pace.
Life’s wintry gales have left them
Thirsty and dry like my skin
And I wonder if you’ll return
With salve and gruel.
One coal of inspiration-
I swear that’s all it would take
To thaw the creative juices
Make fresh my dessicated soul
Let me anticipate the warmth of far-off spring.