M. Scott Cooper

(August 1984 / Minneapolis, Minnesota)

Peculiar Muse


'Perched' might seem a fitting word
content amidst the rolling blankets
wonder or deep contemplation
I swear I see it in those eyes
like Smokey before, given unto the world
blessed are the moments, the minutes and years
not to be counted while living within them
though surely to be held onto
I wonder what fanciful happenings might take place
when the lids droop and the curtains are pulled
something certainly must flash and sound
another world whose ribbons of life and reality
float and shudder, hum and crest
colours arc through water and air
a dreamscape rich in taste and texture
meanwhile back in the limestone room
a verbal vibration catches your ear sharply
but you're no one to be bothered
a peculiar muse

Submitted: Saturday, February 23, 2008

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