Within her eyes whole constellations ignite
And within her I am returned to ash,
To the same austere alter no wiser.
She will not accept my sacrifices
And I have made many, great and small.
–
She is wild, a wilderness unto herself.
I spend my days entrenched in her enigma
But she doesn’t find me unparalleled.
I am only a man and there are so many.
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She is deep and labyrinthine.
I cannot reach her
though I have traveled long and without luxury.
I cannot create another in her image
There is no substitute.
–
How very slow this death
And how very patient a man
When he finds himself beguiled.
A lifetime is hardly too much to give
In the pursuit of one’s muse.
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Ooh, a wild muse can be such an enrapturing influence and there’s none other like her. I hope those sacrifices are worth it.
A well-penned verse, Yves. Hope you are doing well. 🙂
Thank you so much =) I am doing okay we are in the middle of a cupcake challenge. How are you?
I am trying to be as okay as possible. Ha! Thanks.
A cupcake challenge sounds great though. 🙂
haha we are each trying to make a cupcake that looks like an animal. Hubbie had a hedgehog, child has a sheep, I have a polar bear. I hope you feel better =)
Aha, that’s delightful. Fun times! ❤
Thanks, Yves. 🙂
Damn, girl. This is incredible!
thank you so much
the pursuit of the wilds, the wilderness, of the wild, unstoppable, untraceable muse – and to liken it to a love affair … is of course, truly … well, it’s often the case, yes? an affair of the heart – of love/hate – and in your hands … words …. well, don’t you just capture it in a whole new way ….
I love the opening lines and just did my “holy smokes” at
To the same austere alter no wiser.
yup, this is a wonderful walk into the wilderness/wilds …. 😀
Thank you so much Pat, muses should be wild haha
a caged bird never sings 😉
I noticed that motif in one of your recent works, you are in top form!