Finding My Muse

The surging stream cascades in swirling ebullience Through dancing shadows of swaying trees entranced The spectral dew drops draping the glinted grass tips Weave lattice of splendor on the meadow bejeweled The drizzling dust on moonbeam in blue satin night Adorns the pearl laced waves of rolling sea beguiled That’s where I look for my muse elusive. Up above the majestic mountain’s serenading slopes Waits the sun-soaked summit of ecstasy unclimbed Far down the verdant valley’s slithering spine curved Sparkle emeralds on picturesque plains untreasured The rain-washed sky spreads the tapestry of dreams Of chromatic imagery on rainbow horizon unreached That’s where I seek out for my muse concealed. The sun rises with the grandeur of the nascent dawn Lifting the veil of miasma from the sense of unfeeling The winds of imagination blows on the mindscape Raising the dust of all dormant emotions unbound Turning them into a surging storm of creative urge Flying the muse to me with afflatus unconfined That’s when it makes me a poet profound. ________________ June 30, 2022 For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest