A Muse Whispers Poem by Tony Jennett

A Muse Whispers

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A Muse whispers
and the soul's pricked-up, hand cupped ear
strains hard to catch each syllable
wafting over memory's embers
scourging them to white heat.

The dull words in the crucible
melt, coalesce and run
in a stream of quicksilver moonlight

And Cat's eyes open wide on reflections
Of what amusemeant?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Meme Think 08 April 2010

To 'A Muse Whispers' Of what amusemeant? think, think, think of Moon and Earth Clashed on one thin-air reflection Them eyes wide open In the stream of quicksilver minds Melt, candescence and run The doubt lurks in the crucible Hurtling ideality to white heat Wafting over delusion's sensory Nerve strains hard to trap each perceivables Hands-up ears & soul's flip-flop teeth A mute whispers Whatever trial sings of patience & belief Nullified is Doubt

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Esther Leclerc 21 February 2006

I'll need to read this again and again; thank you for a poem to contemplate..

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Kee Thampi 15 January 2006

make a wonder in style and gift of words thampi

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Simone Inez Harriman 30 November 2005

Lovely Tony. Immediately captured my interest and loved the ending.

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Mary Nagy 04 November 2005

Truly a wonderful poem Tony. I find it hard to accept if my thoughts are my muse talking or my crazy thoughts that I should keep to myself. Sincerely, Mary

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