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Author Name: Premiumsheedreams 7 Comments
Date Added: May 11, 2011 08:05:49 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Free Verse
Category: Love Add To Favorites | Text Only
My Muse Beckons
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 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 read 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.
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 an exquisite love poem.
My muse
followed me into the desert.
I knew exactly when she arrived for I felt her presence
in the first spring rainstorm. 
She changed the arid air from sterile, baked, and dried
to the scent of sweet raindrops,
rose petals, and cactus flowers.
She gave me haiku scenes; coyotes howling at the moon,
tumbleweeds with ribbons inscribed with my phone number,
stately saguaro standing guard at my door,
jacaranda trees with purple blooms,
and a can-can dance
by saucy, hot pink bougainvillea.
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 so is he with his passionate kisses,
pillow talk, and goblets of chocolate wine.
My muse
taught me to love again
and leads me to a place called Big Sky Country.
She marks every turn in the road
with glittering red rocks
she collected
from Sedona and the Grand Canyon.
She summons by gesture...
a hot cup of french pressed coffee,
a curled finger, blue eyes singing in the rain, 
lilacs blooming in the yard, and
   the cool silvery moon.
My muse beckons...
helping me find my way Home.
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Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on August 23, 2011 09:57:00 PM Report
I can't seem to get enough of this. I keep reading it. Fantastic imagery, Linda. Just beautiful all over. ML Favs, of course.
Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on May 12, 2011 03:23:32 PM Report
Very lovely...fine work!

~Barbara D.~

Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on May 11, 2011 03:14:06 PM Report
You have traversed in your life time.  I like how you can pull all those experiences together.
Comment By: FreeHenry M. on May 11, 2011 10:32:53 AM Report
Your muse sounds a lot like Mother Nature to me Linda, she can fill the writer's mind with beautiful images that can be written about. Loved this poem!   Hugs,   Henry
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on May 11, 2011 09:50:49 AM Report

Awesome, awesome work, my poetic friend....It was mesmerizing...A delight to find when just poppin' in the site...I am so glad that I found this....Thank you for being you~!

Huggles and Muses....Just me, Margaret...

Comment By: FreeDirk Kruger on May 11, 2011 09:15:33 AM Report
agree totally can never concentrate that long to write an epic piece like this - well done

Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on May 11, 2011 08:56:22 AM Report

Wow..... This is a Masterpiece!!! *****  Need I say more???

 Your vision of creative words are so well displayed on the magical poem....

I always enjoy your mind of thoughts.....

 Always ~ She Whispers


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