Muddled Muse Poem by Susan Lacovara
Muddled Muse
You are my maniacal muse
Interrupting every morning thought
Spilling like black coffee
Onto white linen
I cannot bleach you out
You are the adolescent paperboy
Delivering to me
Songs I have never before heard
Leaving them on my doorstep
Wrapped in plastic
Safe from the rain
I reach for another cigarette
Promising myself to shed the old habit
And then realize how you habitually carouse my mind
You make me want to play in the sun
Wander in the woods
Sleep late on Sunday
Fill my kitchen with spiced air
And stretch out sleepily
In your arms
The only thing I do not know
Is if you know this
At all.....
You make me want to play in the sun Wander in the woods Sleep late on Sunday Fill my kitchen with spiced air And stretch out sleepily In your arms The only thing I do not know Is if you know this At all..... loved these lines. Beautiful poem on affection and muse with haunting expression. Thanks for sharing.
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5/3/2024 6:20:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The Muse that tortuous inflictor of words that spin round in the mine so that up is down and down is well you get my drift. What poet has not felt this and you express it so well in this poem 10 +++