Muse

Posted on March 7, 2013 by
Cologne Mercury

Cologne Mercury (Photo credit: A.Currell)

I have no particular muse now
Except thought
Like a spider web, philosophies
Are gently caught
No separate intelligence seems to shine
Or hover above
And yet such words caress my mind
With a sort of love

On other days I would commune
With gods or men
To find the key to passion’s door
The how, why, when
But now from life and all its mystery
Do I draw
And play with phrases, such good friends
Want for no more.

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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6 Responses to Muse

  1. rawencounterswithestella says:
    March 7, 2013 at 6:28 pm

    Brilliantly articulated!!! Bravo! :)

    Reply
  2. hannahsdiamonds says:
    March 8, 2013 at 1:16 am

    Well written! I enjoyed this very much :)

    Reply
  3. Mike says:
    March 8, 2013 at 8:16 am

    You really love the language. Once again it resonates here in emerging clarity. Beautifully put. Well done Helen.

    Reply

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