The Muse

After three days of drunken debauchery,
my muse abandoned me,
for having given in to hedonism,
she gave me up as a stoned cause,
for vacancy became my passion,
and the rhythm was replaced
with one involving another body,
and plugging the divot until it
turned into a sweat sheened lush.

One day I woke up,
left my companion in bed,
picked up the pieces,
took my journal,
and to the library I went,
the muse found me there
as I strung sentences,
with complex syntaxes,
touching punctuations,
and elegant flourishes,
in futility seeking
to give birth to a poem,
wrapping herself around my shoulder
she said “hey, I want to be your muse again”
so as with the muse,
I lay  together,
words on lined sheets,
translating moments,
and muddled memories
into  strings of causal compression,
we laid down silken feelings,
and wheeled words twixt jumbled sheets,
spent, in an explicit embrace with the muse,
I promised to make it better in the future.

She looked at me in disappointment,
for she knew my work was not the best,
and she said, “maybe a pencil
would suit you best
so you can erase all the mistakes
you keep making”
so I took her back in my arms,
rocking in gentle waves
I began to write, slowly picking pace,
she came as a string of words,
then full sentences,
she began bucking my thoughts,
and teased them until,
like an accordion card
they expanded, into picturesque verses,
and became a seamless poem.

Now she visits at all hours,
my special friend, prompting thoughts,
from her I’ve learnt empathy,
she made me walk in strange shoes,
of other walks of life,
I am eternally grateful for her.
to spend time with her wisdom,
as she visits with me at all hours.

Write a poem for contest The Muse – Thom Bone
No context for this one.There are two parts to the prompt:”hey, I want to be your muse again you fucking animal” -banjolynand:

“maybe a pencil
would suit you best
so you can erase all the mistakes
you keep making” -Thom Bone

Choose one part or join the dots between the two but please don’t use either in your poem (unless you entered before I added this bit lol)

I guess there are some rules if you want to follow them.

Will be co-judged by banjolyn.

Guaranteed HM at least if you successfully incorporate the word ‘divot’ into the poem.

Image Credit:
Paul Cezanne, “The Kiss of the Poetic Muse”

XIR155451 The Dream of the Poet or, The Kiss of the Muse, 1859-60 (oil on canvas) by Cezanne, Paul (1839-1906)
oil on canvas
Musee Granet, Aix-en-Provence, France
Lauros / Giraudon
French, out of copyright

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Author: Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle's passion is poetry. He has lived on three continents, speaks five languages and loves different cultures, people, music and food. He believes that "Poetry uses the economy of words to express the essence of our humanity." It is this magical use of brevity to express the profound that drew him to poetry. While his professional and personal life has pulled him in different directions, He continues in his discipleship of the craft and writes whenever the muse moves him. While English is his second language it is the language in which he lives, breathes, thinks and writes poetry.