A friend made me wonder about musing and muses. Here’s a poem on the subject, written Mar. 23, 2009. Since this is the first poem that I have published openly on the Internet, allow me to explain that the stanzas tend to blend together but are very much meant to be read independently, including each verse. The blending of lines is intentional and hopefully will add depth to the experience of the poem.
Musing Alone
The Muse transports me
You see, within thee
Fuzes lit with fires
Of a paralyzed gaze
Looking inwardly tempts
Meaning, suggesting what
We want, to be consumed
By the oblivion of essence
Conferring upon the entity
Anything more than ignition
Dilutes the power possessed
Blinding us with light
Mythologized in our minds
We respond to programming
Whether it be theirs or ours
Tucking away memories
Purity of thought might
Circumventing old interpretations
Help us know more meaning
Than musing alone can allow
Iva said,
March 24, 2009 at 4:23 am
Most men are within a finger’s breadth of being mad. (Diogenes the Cynic)
But I like it
debra said,
March 31, 2009 at 4:33 am
I like the way your words flow. You seem to be looking for meaning, even though you shun it. Purity is a high standard, probablya myth in itself, but nice that you value it in thought. Mostly, I like that you begin with me and you, but then it is all about us and we.
kelly wall said,
April 6, 2009 at 6:18 pm
Drives me to a state of meditation….yes……well done!