Muse

[Kailashana]

Wrapped up in tendencies
a poet undressed
refers to herself
as a malcontent,
her inclinations and aspirations
are ordinary as a bitch in heat,
still she finds an altered ego
and nails it to the floor

like a pink-nosed puppy.
she follows them around,
taking notes for later transcription
she makes a mockery of things
that circle about like vultures
of the non-discreet.

She's a power unto herself, and she
reigns over empires, she's as ferocious
as a black dog trained to kill, she's
as gentle as a kiss of loving-kindness,
she will wreck the stairway to heaven
you have spent your whole life building
and she knows all that glitters is not gold.


~A

[saw]

sounds like there's a bustle in your hedgerow, but I wouldn't be alarmed...

the woman as all things, speaks in the voice of experience.....I like it....

[dadio]

A poem of depth and honesty.

[Kailashana]

Men when they have lost their creativity wage war and *create* the disparity in economics because their business no longer is creative, and all they can do together as a corporation is suck more money from other's labors.

The muse is always willing to listen. Thank you for reading *Muse*.


~A

p.s. I posted this link [youtube]7YZb8s7Kxa4&feature=related[/youtube] in other groups. But I figured those who write poetry here know.

[judih]

a pleasant trip to youtube
& your reminder that time sheds its cobwebs
and it's never too late to unlock a closed door