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My Muse

An exuberant falcon she is, isn’t she? Being the aviator of my flight of thoughts. Cares less she to heed, whenever in adoration, I Do call her for a chat - she is a mischievous trickster. Every time she dawdles, I give her a gentle prod; For then, she arrives in ripples of reasoning, Gleaming in reflections of my own contemplations. Hues of insights kindle my mind’s spectrum as I follow her to the unexplored layers of landscape - a Journey for the moment - as we drift across the Kaleidoscope of nature, when through seamless Loops of thoughts, I crochet and disperse my ink Meandering over dreamy mangroves of my mind. Now she’s disappeared, but where’s she gone? Oh, she can vanish in a flash like a lightning! - a Playful penguin - it’s hard to grab her attention; the Quick-witted queen of my boundless imagi-Nation, who Refills my thought pot and sows fresh seeds of fancy. Sometimes with her capricious flaps, she glides away To coax her to stay back more is beyond my ability. Upon the labyrinth of life, we travel together. Voices of many a mind, whispering and rumbling, We hear as we ponder on the vast sea of life. My Xanadu of inspiration, when she appears out of nowhere. Yes, she feeds my brief reveries with pearls of perception - a Zealous advocate, she is, of my passionate ink.

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Pardy Mupfumbu

Date: 12/26/2023 5:45:00 AM

she is, of my passionate ink, that's a brilliant touch right there

Karen Jones

Date: 10/3/2023 1:10:00 AM

Wonderfully creative. You did more with less!

Sara Kendrick

Date: 9/18/2023 3:35:00 AM

Yes, in life when we do not take quiet time for ourselves the muse disappears from our thoughts. Time alone is so important for us to have each day. Thanks for sharing this one and for dropping by my pages. Sara

Tom Woody

Date: 9/15/2023 8:09:00 AM

This is quite outstanding, a narrative not easily written due to the confines of this form. You made it work superbly

Ink Empress

Date: 9/14/2023 11:24:00 PM

You’ve described your muse so well in this abcedarian, been a while since i read one of this or wrote one, you’ve done it effortlessly and in such a creative manner. A falcon, trickster etc, how you’ve compared your muse to is beyond imaginative and poetic. I really love the lines “ ripples of reasoning” “ i crochet and disperse ink “ pearls of perception” how creative are they. And your word for X is so good, your passionate ink so well depicted and delivered in a captivating manner, i loved it

Bill Baker

Date: 9/14/2023 4:49:00 PM

You did it! Yeah! That had to be a challenge, Ani. I enjoyed your version of the Abecedarian poem, my friend. Bill

Anitha Jayasankar
Date: 9/14/2023 8:55:00 PM

Thank you Bill. Yes, it was challenging. Sometimes when we get bored of writing the same kind of verses, we try out something different isn't it? This is one such. God bless... ~ Ani

Joseph May

Date: 9/14/2023 6:11:00 AM

"The aviator of my flight of thoughts, meandering over dreamy mangroves of my mind" Excellent write Anitha

Vijay Pandit

Date: 9/14/2023 4:46:00 AM

Xanadu of inspiration, when she appears out of nowhere. Yes, she feeds my brief reveries with pearls of perception - a Zealous advocate, she is, of my passionate ink---Perfectly you described your muse that is splendidly on display in this poem, Ani. A lovely write!

Hiya Sharma

Date: 9/14/2023 3:50:00 AM

"Refills my thought pot and sows fresh seeds of fancy"-- The way you've written this abecedarian form in such an impeccable manned is truly mind blowing! Your wordplay is so captivating throughout and i love how you've described about the muse who apparently lives within one's own heart, fleeting yet forever, ephemeral yet eternal and how it journeys with us through time and transformation.. This is absolutely stunning! Always a pleasure to read your beautiful writes :)

Valsa George

Date: 9/12/2023 9:27:00 PM

So lovely. The relationship between you and your muse is so intimate and in tact. This is what I guess when I read what you have written here ! Abecedarian is not an easy form. Still when you write this, you marvel in this form. I remember having read your Abcedarian sometime back. Great Ani !

Anitha Jayasankar
Date: 9/13/2023 10:30:00 PM

Valsa, thank you for the visit and comment. Your guess is somewhat right. My muse is a 'She'. This is.. sort of..personification of my muse..just imagine my muse as another 'Ani'.. who is as personified above..mischievous, disobedient, at the same time adorable and inspiring..she was obedient until I completed this poem, thank God. Yes, I have written one or two Abecedarians before..Hugs.~ Ani

Akkina Downing

Date: 9/12/2023 6:53:00 PM

OMG, Ani, you’re back! And what a marvelous poem. I can see this being a potd. I’m so happy to see you back my beautiful friend.

Anitha Jayasankar
Date: 9/13/2023 10:13:00 PM

Aw dear Kina, how are you? I have missed you and your poems so much here... you are not to be seen in fb too dear friend.??.. Glad you are back here posting poems. Shall be soon reading your poems... Hugs... ~ Ani

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/11/2023 3:41:00 PM

absolutely phenomenal. A FAVE

Anitha Jayasankar
Date: 9/12/2023 2:50:00 AM

Thank you so much my friend. A fav from you always gives me a smile....Hugs...~ Ani