When Your Muse Comes Knocking Poem by Valsa George
When Your Muse Comes Knocking
When starlings were swimming in the azure lake
When bats and owls began their nocturnal ride
When all the Earth under a dark blanket lay
And man and beast into sweet repose retired
My Muse, like a sweet temptress, came to me
To set this captive free, to give free rein to my fancy
She sang into my ears the lovely strains
Of a placid melody, bathing me in sheer delight
Creating in me a passion too intense
To articulate my disjointed thoughts
Into vibrant melodies of beauty and love
Soon fireflies of thoughts came flitting round
Like bees around a looted honey comb
In a butterfly net, I trapped them all
They clustered together in a clumsy heap
Making my darkened zone bright
With little arcs of shimmering light
I placed them carefully in an ordered strain
Word after word, in meaningful sequence
Fashioning them into a beautiful symphony
Arousing in me mystical spells of joy
When your Muse comes knocking at your door
Delay her not, but let her in
And go for a merry ride with her
Into some sleepy glades where silence resides
There let her magic wand kiss and caress you
From head to foot and all over
Awakening your fancy from deep slumber
Parading before you, scenes of beauty and wonder
That, songs of passion are born from you
Gushing forth in streams of honeyed dew
My Muse, like a sweet temptress, came to me To set this captive free, to give free rein to my fancy...... beautiful, simply soo fine especially with the graphic.. thank you very much dear professor. tony
Wonderful creations...enjoyed reading each lines The merry ride which welcomed shimmering light to brighten tell darkened zone, beautiful imagery
Your Muse is like a sweet temptress…beautiful faculty of poetic imagination! It’s a fabulous poem, well structured and elegantly dressed! The stream of thoughts transcends in gradual pattern in a befitting schema! My favorite lines: ‘When your Muse comes knocking at your door/Delay her not, but let her in/And go for a merry ride with her/Into some sleepy glades where silence resides’. Amazing ink! (10)
Hey, Valsa! I think of Basho’s advice to poets to compose quickly. I imagine he had in mind riding on the Muses’s exhaled breath similar to what you picture here. With me I wait to see the bees and the ordered flight they make. Interesting, yes? , and challenging the craft of writing poetry. May our butterfly nets be ready and without holes. -Glen
Beautiful poem coming from heart and touching heart Valsa.
Once more a lovely poem from a master crafter. Of course muse should always have a welcome mat in a poet’s heart. Nothing’s fills a poet more than the joy of flowing words inspired by muse’s arrival. Thank you Valsa for sharing an inspiring poem.
Wow! so beautifully expressed, my Muse had not been calling but your lovely poem had done the job better! Never had creatures of the night given me more pleasure and sounded so nice. Thanks Valsa.
A beautiful poem after a long break. Sure the muse got a poem of great beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The muse when shen comes knocking at our door takes us to an imaginary place in our mind where everything comes to life. A beautiful poem splendidly penned.10