Monday, June 10, 2013

When My Muse is MIA





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: Målning av den tjeckiska konstnären Toyen, år 1963. Inspirerad av Berninis skulptur föreställande Apollo och Dafne
Lena Kronberg






She teases
Dancing sylph-like
Out at the periphery of gossamer walls
And weeping curtains
Painting in deep blues and luminous purples
Colors intent on activating
Her third eye

I see her

A curl falls upon the soft curve of her ear
As she tilts her head just so
In the hope of catching my eye

I see her

In the wind I hear her soft humming
A tune I fail to recognize
But I suspect it is one
She thinks will lure me
Into her world of gossamer thread
waiting to be pulled

I see her

She pauses for a moment
Lifting her fingers
Moistened with honeyed water
And marks a trail for me
Across the reeded floor
Spots of colored water
Marking a benediction of sorts

And in this amber half-light
I find the way to her
To be not unlike a labyrinthian maze
Designed to obscure

I sit alone with crimson tears
Lining my page with tattered words
Once again.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

linked to dVerse Poets OLN

40 comments:

  1. Thoughts when missing in action can also drift any human to imbalance.

    Beautiful capture of that scenario.

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  2. elusive little bugger....walk the maze....leave a thread behind to find your way home if need be...at least you can see her so you know she has not abandoned you...smiles.

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    1. I do sort of see her out of the corner of my eye--thanks Brian!

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  3. She may be MIA, but she's leaving a trail. A whimsical take on the frustration of "tattered words" - a great poetic visual, by the way.

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    1. Thank you Wendy--I guess I will try to keep seeing the pathway--

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  4. There is no doubt that you are a poet....simply beautiful phrases and images.....and MIA? I think not. :)

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    1. Hey Bill--thank you for your continued support--it means a lot to me--

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  5. If this is what you write when your Muse is MIA, I cant wait to read your Real poem, hee hee. This is truly beautiful, Audrey, so many wonderful and enticing images.

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  6. So beautiful! I agree with Sherry, if this what you write while your muse is missing..."

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  7. Your muse serves you well even when she is absent. Just look at these lovely words of yours... :-)

    ~Imelda

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  8. oh, i love that title!
    "Moistened with honeyed water
    And marks a trail for me
    Across the reeded floor"
    so beautifully written - what a great piece.

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  9. Ah, such a tease she is! But better to see her than have her vanish, I think. Love your use of colors and textures in this.

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  10. She has not abandoned you..she is just a tease! :)

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  11. You have definitely characterized that evasive muse well, Audrey. She can be seen, almost grasped, and then she goes away again for a time. Actually connecting with her IS something like going through a maze. I really like THAT thought.

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  12. Awww! She's there. And the tattered words work well...but I know what you mean when what you come up with doesn't quite fit your own expectations. I like the trope you've created for her. And the graphic.

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  13. Isn't she so elusive and always luring us with her gossamer thread ~ I hope she isn't hiding forever and that you can follow her wherever she leads you ~

    Good to see you Audrey ~

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  14. all about the chase
    even as she longs to be found...

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  15. That muse can be such a tease! A wonderfully crafted piece Audrey!

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  16. I sit alone with crimson tears
    Lining my page with tattered words
    Once again

    One often sees how unrequited love can be so mercilessly elusive. The end result can be lots of sadness for those on the receiving end. Many face a similar predicament. So realistically rendered Audrey!

    Hank

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  17. This is wonderful; I enjoyed it very much ... especially the stanza beginning with "She pauses." This is exactly like her! She is so bad. :)

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  18. "I see her" the longing, the hope. The refrain works well here. If you can see her, she hasn't left. She's waiting for you.

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  19. Oh, but muses are tricky creatures. I loved this. And though the muse is erratic and unpredictable, how dull it would be without them!

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  20. My muse is coy and flighty when I chase her, and insistent when I have no time ;)

    Needless to say, I loved this.

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  21. I would have never guessed that any part of you was missing since your words are beautiful as always. I love your poem!

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  22. Great coquettish portrayal of your muse - a wonderful write : )

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  23. Her trail will soon catch up with you and then you'll have a hard time catching up with inspiration.

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  24. When reading this I would say it's a "Muse in action" not "Missing in action" -- I think she did a good job. Sometimes the muses just use a different method than to whisper in your ear. :-)

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  25. Love the feeling you give of being gently pulled / nudged
    delightful

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  26. Shy as a wallflower and as fickle as an already well fed cat.

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  27. Such a lovely poem as always. :)

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  28. Audrey, a whimsical write on the ever elusive muse. Nice textures you have used here.

    Pamela

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  29. aye, they can be such fickle creatures, muses. yet you've made art out of even her absence! :)

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  30. ah the muse...as long as you see her it's good...smiles...love the honeyed water
    marking the trail for you...

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  31. MIA? I think not! A vicious rumor, I'd say! I like it, Audrey!

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  32. This is beautiful. I am struggling to write these days and I could feel the ache to write in this and the wonderful irony of how you wrote what you felt wasn't there to write.

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  33. Absolutely gorgeous! I love the refrain, the progression, a little closer each stanza. A beautiful poem:-)

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  34. Amazing and you lure us in just as she did.

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