Art By: the-surreal-arts
Her pitiless eyes
Hang from the ceiling
Like exposed light bulbs
Pendulous and accusatory
I plead simplicity
Scarifying palatable alibis
With my inconsonant grin
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She poses in silence
Features tarnished and angular
I wrap my knuckles
Metaphorically against her chest
The wind howls contemptuously
From betwixt iron-plated ribs
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Her ellipse is vulturine
Folded arms poetizing assault
If only her fists fell instead
Then I could wrap my arms
Around her tremulous form
And restore this wicked flame
To its rightful red
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Some days I have trouble finding my muse and today was one of those days!
mindlovemisery 
I think your Muse was with you Yves ~ though I shall admit I have a little trouble deciphering the meaning – but that’s what makes you so interesting to read. xx
Thank you Jenny. It is about communication between men and women. Women tend to be more verbal and often more abstract with their feelings. Men tend to be more literal and concise. When a woman becomes silent in an argument that is an especially bad sign. The eyeballs hanging from the ceiling was to call to mind the bare bulbs in interrogation rooms. Women tend to scrutinize every little detail, they look for hidden motives where none exist. Men like to solve problems (they can have trouble listening to those long-winded speeches) and are sometimes more physical in their methods of communication. They might resolve an argument with fists (with other men) and with women they might try to use sex or physical affection to soothe a complex emotional response. When a flame gets too hot it burns an icy blue and he’d rather her be a more accessible red. I used maybe too much symbolism?
I agree with ramblings…perhaps your muse is controlling your pen too quickly, not giving you a chance to stop and allow the words to sink in. I love reading your poetry…I read it several times and sometimes it is like a piece of art, left to interpretation, non? Oliana x
Haha I think what happened was that I wrote it done precisely as I understand it but often I do some translating to make it a little easier for my audience to digest. I think maybe I skipped that step and left it more as the in my own mind version. I have a very abstract mind that relies heavily on symbolism and metaphor. I make a lot of unusual connections which probably require explanation
It’s still a very interesting poem. The symbolism is quite powerful.
=) thank you
Well I like this Yves, and some days our Muse may appear to be out to lunch but then it allows the other hidden muses to work their magic. Excellent imagery in this one.
Thank you Michael I am happy to hear it =)
Oh your muse was there….this gripped my heart. I can feel the pain and sadness dripping in each letter. Wonderful my friend.
Thank you so much Anja I am so glad you felt and understood
Both of yours are just so strong….wonderful.
Thank you =)
Very welcome š
Right from the first words, strong imagery!
Thanks Annell =)
some really cool elements…the knocking on the chest….that eclipse line is inspired as well….the desire to wrap her in your arms and put the flame back…
Thank you so much Brian I am so glad you enjoyed it =)
If that’s you without your muse your muse might be looking for a new job soon! Great work as ever!! š š
lol thanks Helen for your awesome comments
I always smile when you say you’re having trouble finding your muse, because it couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Her pitiless eyes
Hang from the ceiling
Like exposed light bulbs”
wonderful imagery!
Thank you so much!