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fire walk with me
(what fools we are
who seek the rarest gems
but love hurts us
and poetry hurts us)
she came to me out of her darkness.
she came when I beckoned her, in pursuit of a
flagellant art, those dire auguries.
too often, she has gone where the fields are barren &
the canvas is blank. she attends the altar of her muse,
makes prayers as to a goddess, entreating the seeds
that bloom into poems.
but the muse is not submissive to minstreling drifters &
lyrical harlots. the muse, in her tender mercies, gives us
a flame to light our way, or singe our fingers if we are
unworthy: we plaintive, pensive poets.
in her bleak prison, she listens for the song of the skylark,
the harsh wisdom of the owl; the bars are vaporous,
but they hold her nonetheless.
I’m a brooding soldier, & my battles are behind me:
smoldering embers of forests & bridges. I cannot be her hero.
but one day, she will build an inferno, & escort me right into
the demented mouth of it.
she’s a woman of fire, & she burns…
(Art: Cesar Santos)
Published 12th Jul 2016
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12th Jul 2016 00:50am
12th Jul 2016 1:06am
12th Jul 2016 1:22am
Very touched by this one,John
Deeply touched
And the artwork is breathtaking
They fit well together,a perfect mosaic
Deeply touched
And the artwork is breathtaking
They fit well together,a perfect mosaic
12th Jul 2016 2:13am
12th Jul 2016 2:38am
O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.
~ Shakespeare
I find she is either biding her time or revealing herself through ordinary people who are extraordinary in and of themselves.
Any write that brings Shakespeare to mind can be no less than stirring in content. Thank you, John.
~ Shakespeare
I find she is either biding her time or revealing herself through ordinary people who are extraordinary in and of themselves.
Any write that brings Shakespeare to mind can be no less than stirring in content. Thank you, John.
Anonymous
12th Jul 2016 5:40am
It's better to be burned by love than to live without fire.
And for centuries all the love poets have been trying to say just that.
Marvelous work John.
And for centuries all the love poets have been trying to say just that.
Marvelous work John.
12th Jul 2016 7:59am
I must stop reading mostly you, I'll end up with a reading list too dedicated. Soul-wrenching, as most of them are, in one way or another.
Taking it steps further as your signiture style can do as it sheds a vivid reminder of what I have expressed, and both of us are well met in our torment.
12th Jul 2016 8:20am
12th Jul 2016 2:17pm
Anonymous
12th Jul 2016 8:53pm
This read was quite the journey. I enjoyed every morsel of your story and I admire how you describe the muse and her way
Applause :)
Applause :)
12th Jul 2016 8:59pm
13th Jul 2016 5:49pm
13th Jul 2016 11:45pm
You bring further magic to the muse, rendering her more than just an inspiration. The embrace of her flames stirs passion. Incandescent lines follow if all goes well.
15th Jul 2016 9:21am
i could not help but think of the show Twin Peaks when I saw the title. but instead i was treated to a lyrical verse of passion and fever pitch love.
19th Jul 2016 5:12am
