Who's Your Hidden Or Known Muse? Poem by John Duffy

Who's your hidden or known muse?



(A lone voice whispers)



Dare you name them, or are they just fleeting memories or impressions?



For muses come in many forms, and this relates to all those emotional tributaries.



You consciously or unconsciously carry.



In mental interdimensional abstracts



Which waits patiently to flow rapidly, only to make you perspire when you dream.



From fear, love, and all things broken, in-between



Do they all stand knee-deep, huddled together in small circles



In quiet conversations

Until you dream?



Then agree which one will enter your mind-eyes, fast-flowing streams.



To interact, maybe inspire and be seen?



And recount whatever was said and shown, within that small conversational, huddled circles



As they all gathered together for the days grand rehearsal



Before greeting you at night

In the deep recesses of your mind



As so many others watch



Viewers forever with you

Living in The Black and White Lodge



Waiting for their turn to cross over



From their own compartmentalized tombs



To be the new muse



Standing with you

In silence



Waiting for interaction

Within your Amygdala's darkened red rooms





(C)

Copyright John Duffy



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