Saturday, 26 November 2011

Muse

growing 
itch in my hand
tingling spark 
                   along 
                          spine

ignoring  
unbearable clicking,
slowly
          strangling 
                        throat 


until i feel like  
hollowed well,
dirt on 
          spitted 
                     ground   

one cold night,
i run until 
forest trees   
                strip 
                       bearings


sharp tongues of crows
bite pale lips  


pointed claws of tiger 
scrape smooth skin 


bare and free, 
fire in my belly,
spilling
          guts  
                 blank page   







Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Wild hosted by Mark Kerstetter.  I enjoy writing under "another face", and letting my muse have a "run".  Writing balances my life as my job is analytical and very technical.  If I don't write, I think I will go crazy like the animals in the zoo.      

picture credit:   here

24 comments:

  1. whew you got a wild muse...smiles...but sometimes it is that disemboweling process that poetry or writing takes in its birth...

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  2. Excellent relinqushing of yourself to wild inspriration!!! The predatory and the poor prey... Very well done!

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  3. WoW.
    Impressive.
    Great word choices for your images.

    Thanks
    Peace,
    Siggi in Downeast Maine

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  4. Packs a punch ....cool pic too

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  5. Well, there's another type of wild.. wild abandon... Phewww
    Great write!

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  6. I love your style you've got these words spilling on to the page. Well done!

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  7. I thought of a Lou Reed lyric when I read this:

    'I wore my teeth in my hand so I could mess the hair of the night.'

    Your muse is sharp, raw and stinging in this one - hey, whatever works!

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  8. I like what resulted when your muse had a wild run. Kudos to you for letting your muse run free!

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  9. That muse sure ran wild and then some, tigers, crows and guts oh my..haha

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  10. Very cool close--I love the move from fire in belly to spilling guts==K.

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  11. Muses can be like that sometimes. Grrr.

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  12. You have a wild and free muse, most definitely! It was fantastic to meet her via this post. The two of you are coexisting beautifully these days, I must say.

    (looks like an interesting dVerse prompt...don't know if I can do one this weekend, tho')

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  13. smiles..muses can be just like that sometimes...and that's what makes writing such an adventure..

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  14. Seductive, engaging, and dangerous as usual. What a powerful trio of temptation. Loved it!

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  15. ah,the ever elusive muse....well done :)

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  16. "Wild abandon" came to mind while reading this--the name of my poem. I love the freedom felt by this muse.

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  17. I think this is a fine piece. The space to breathe and crafted formatting are much appreciated. It empowers your theme/Narrative thrust

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  18. Heaven, you surely know how to fill a blank page with wildly sensuous words and images. This is a beauty!

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  19. pointed claws of tiger
    scrape smooth skin...
    That must hurt, yet so sweet a pain
    Great one, Heaven

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  20. "bare and free,
    fire in my belly,
    spilling
    guts
    blank page"


    Um, have I mentioned lately that you rule the world? Awesome, girl. :)

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  21. GOD this is one of my favourite pieces of poetry .... I didn't write a comment earlier coz I had to read this poem over several times. I love EVERYTHING about it - even down to the word placement on the page.

    THIS POEM ROCKS

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  22. Hey very nice poetry ..
    Thanks
    anu-dailypost.blogspot.com

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