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the Verse Within Her Eyes
The muse arrives in a stirring dream
Soft silken hair aglow in deep fiery sunset red
With crescent moon beaming she whispers sensual verse
Reciting seductive poesy from behind her sultry eyes
Convincing my heart of her purity
If this be not true love please let me die within this lie
For this feels more real than any petal I have touched
Flowering in vivid imagery, stroking rainbows into reality
In humble gratitude I give pure thanks
To have been inspired by her intricate spell
impassioned by the delicate touch of creative revelation
On canvas more smooth than springtime's slowly melting sheet of ice
Oh the fierce lyric spilling from my soul
Turning me from a lonesome gentle heartbeat
Into the blood of love coursing through hungry arteries of ink
Until releasing the pulsing flow onto the page of poetry
Soft silken hair aglow in deep fiery sunset red
With crescent moon beaming she whispers sensual verse
Reciting seductive poesy from behind her sultry eyes
Convincing my heart of her purity
If this be not true love please let me die within this lie
For this feels more real than any petal I have touched
Flowering in vivid imagery, stroking rainbows into reality
In humble gratitude I give pure thanks
To have been inspired by her intricate spell
impassioned by the delicate touch of creative revelation
On canvas more smooth than springtime's slowly melting sheet of ice
Oh the fierce lyric spilling from my soul
Turning me from a lonesome gentle heartbeat
Into the blood of love coursing through hungry arteries of ink
Until releasing the pulsing flow onto the page of poetry
Published 21st Jan 2017
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21st Jan 2017 8:51am
Parts of this were started while I was writing "to serve the muse" on December 26.
The flow was off so I saved the rest and finished it today as its own entity...
JJ
The flow was off so I saved the rest and finished it today as its own entity...
JJ
21st Jan 2017 9:08am
Love and poetry mingling as one, very beautiful.
A poem that decided to stand on its own...
A poem that decided to stand on its own...
22nd Jan 2017 12:20pm
Thank you Kasai! In my relentless thirst for my muse, sometimes the left-over drops of rain from a pouring thunderstorm brings new life to the rhymes in my mind like flowers in a poet's garden... hmm, that could have been a line in this poem. Perhaps it still can be... JJ
23rd Jan 2017 10:21am
A good reason to save it for a rainy day. Everything grows in the rain, especially poetry...
21st Jan 2017 10:18am
22nd Jan 2017 12:31pm
They do indeed Grace, wherever the muse uncovers my verse, I am sure to drink her spirit, like a fine wine of an exquisite vintage, uncorked at the perfect moment. The aroma teases the senses as I anticipate it's taste, knowing that it's flavor will both quench my thirst and make me hunger for more... Thank you Grace! JJ
21st Jan 2017 1:06pm
seductive and beautiful inking JJ may your muse always come to you so wonderfully..
love Brenda
love Brenda
22nd Jan 2017 12:37pm
She sometimes comes to me in unbeautiful ways too, but even then she lifts me from the darkness, enlightening my mind and lightening my load... Thank you for your many stains upon the page of poetry Brenda! JJ
21st Jan 2017 6:03pm
22nd Jan 2017 12:38pm
22nd Jan 2017 3:14am
...and her eyes have so much to say. :) Beautiful lines within the verse, JJ!
Love the imagery in the third stanza, gorgeous and vivid. The ending capped this ink off wonderfully.
Love the imagery in the third stanza, gorgeous and vivid. The ending capped this ink off wonderfully.
22nd Jan 2017 12:10pm
Thank you oh inspirational force of this poetic universe... so many alternate realities for me to be mused within that I am blessed the most by the muse who crosses over the barrier of dreams and streams of data and ears that hear voices formed from flesh and blood. I don't know where I would be without DU and Youtube and U... JJ
22nd Jan 2017 11:17am
I think sometimes we just know when somethings a little off but we want that thing so bad we choose to ignore it so we can savour the moment(s)
'Convincing my heart of her purity
If this be not true love please let me die within this lie'
Beautiful write Poetryman!
FC
💜
'Convincing my heart of her purity
If this be not true love please let me die within this lie'
Beautiful write Poetryman!
FC
💜
That's actually the line that started me writing this poem. It took off from there... It bothered me that I couldn't find a place for it in "to serve the muse" and kept popping in my head so I knew I was going to form the rest of the lines into another feast, like Thanksgiving left-overs that taste better the next day... Thank you FC!
