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Author Name: Premiumsheedreams 10 Comments
Date Added: June 23, 2010 21:06:40 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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My Muse




My muse 
called my name 
from the floor of the Arboretum,
each step releasing the scent of fresh magnolia petals 
that fell with the spring rain.
She came to me from out of the swamp
riding the back of a female who guards her nest
at Alligator Farm.
I heard her voice while camping at Chicot Park.
it was like a baby's scream outside our tent;
a voice disguised by a bobcat.
She always knew my thoughts when I walked the Azalea Trail
from my back door to yours.
And what a beautiful song she sang
among the cypress knees and hanging moss!

My muse
 awakened my eyes
 to every prairie sunrise, each brilliant rainbow,
 and each newborn calf, colt, and kitten.
She showed me sparkling diamonds that wanted to cling 
to spiderwebs along the wire fence in morning's mist.
She carefully placed the lacy lizard gloves 
upon my kitchen windowsill.
She brought the birds to me near the pond
I am sure she wanted me to see
 the cardinals dressed in boldest red...
to see him feeding his mate 
with seeds
from mouth to mouth.
She was feeding me a splendid love poem.

My muse 
followed me into the desert.
I knew exactly when she arrived for I felt her presence
in the first spring storm. She changed the arid air
from sterile, baked, and dried
to the scent of sweet raindrops and rushing wind.
She gave me haiku scenes:
coyotes howling at the moon,
tumbleweeds with ribbons inscribed with my phone number,
stately saguaro standing guard at my front door,
 jacaranda trees with purple blooms,
a can-can dance performed by
saucy, hot pink bougainvillea,
and the glitter chair that promises
happiness to all who care to sit awhile.

But I was a fool 
and slammed her fingers in the door
as if I no longer wanted to hear her voice.
Now she's gone...

and I don't know the way to Toledo.








 
Author's Notes:
I would like to thank Tristan for giving me more insight into the power of the muse...
 
p.s.  I know the ending is a bit confusing but it reflects the struggle I was having...to stay on the site and continue writing or... leave and  push back the thoughts, feelings, hopes and dreams of my muse.  I guess a writer has to keep writing...because I am still here.  thanks for all your support, my fellow poets!
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on June 24, 2010 11:38:17 PM Report
Wonderful poem Linda Jo...this was a joy to read. Bravo!

~Barbara~ 

Comment By: FreeSteve on June 24, 2010 09:35:33 PM Report
You certainly added some nice imagery to a great write.  
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on June 24, 2010 07:25:12 PM Report
My goodness you have put a lot of expression and beauty in your poem ...
YOu write with such poetic style my dear friend always a please to read your thoughts gifts from you.....

Comment By: FreeMoonStar on June 24, 2010 05:28:04 PM Report
Oh my!!!!! Now this was divine! I felt your muse. Dang it LJ, she is floating there still.. What you brought forth was wonder in itself. Beauty in motion, words that took me and swept me away with the breeze along the river.. My mind is going in so many directions, running after those sparkling words of fine wine.. Oh girl you go get her and bring her back.. Sssh, what's that? Oh my maybe a knock at the door?

 

I hope!!!!!

 

Loved this. I'm still twirling like a baton and loven it too! Whoo Hoo!

 

Your hip hugger sista,

Moons xx  

Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on June 24, 2010 09:27:19 AM Report
Linda Jo:  beautifully vivid.  I loved all the Nature references, you did them with such colour and style.

but, I hated the ending. 

 

Lady D

Comment By: FreeTristan on June 24, 2010 08:33:07 AM Report
... and that's why you slammed the door on her fingers...  You chased her away and she knew how to spell "bougainvillea"?  And she knew the difference between "cypress knees" and "cypress trees"?  Toledo? -- Take I-75 North ...  wonderful imagery: "she showed me sparkling diamonds that wanted to cling to spiderwebs along the wire fence in morning's mist" with great alliteration highlighted -- and polished with some cajun humor. You'd better go chase her down with some flowers and an apology...   or maybe give her my phone number and tell her what a great guy I am.   Nice work.  Tristan
Comment By: FreeTristan on June 24, 2010 08:33:05 AM Report
... and that's why you slammed the door on her fingers...  You chased her away and she knew how to spell "bougainvillea"?  And she knew the difference between "cypress knees" and "cypress trees"?  Toledo? -- Take I-75 North ...  wonderful imagery: "she showed me sparkling diamonds that wanted to cling to spiderwebs along the wire fence in morning's mist" with great alliteration highlighted -- and polished with some cajun humor. You'd better go chase her down with some flowers and an apology...   or maybe give her my phone number and tell her what a great guy I am.   Nice work.  Tristan
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on June 24, 2010 08:28:26 AM Report
Holey Moley, Ljo~!.....My mind is sprinkled with such vivid visuals~!....From the magnolia petals to the bouganvilla~!!....This was a wonderful display of you finding and meeting up with your Muse....LOVED IT.....

Margaret....a friend in words, enjoying the read...

Comment By: FreeAndrew on June 23, 2010 10:53:29 PM Report
oh this is begging for the "rest of the story," but in the meantime, i must say that the images are so real that i can place myself there (which beats the hell out of the DC area in summertime) - marvelous work, as always
Comment By: FreeRobert on June 23, 2010 09:59:05 PM Report
Then come back to Louisiana! we can use a good poet(ess) here in Cajun Country for it seems that the gentler gender is in short supply

 Really enjoyed the poem Linda Jo I am particularly pleased that you placed the "swamp" vrese at the beginning it caught my attention it did Barvo my friend Well written!





 


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