Muse Alive

No blood, no bone; no sinewy flesh can hide muse’s cries. No muffler stifles; any trifles, of muse’s singing soul. A celebrant of life is muse alive. Intonations paint, blue and pinkish skies. The greens and gold’s, of earth and time; how they revel in muse alive. Muse upon her natural high; gifts us with her best. Expressions fly from muse alive.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 4/19/2019 2:31:00 AM

Your muse is whirling and twirling in glorious colors today, my artistic friend! Beautifully done, throwing in music, in a show-offy way!

M. L. Kiser
Date: 4/19/2019 4:39:00 AM

Tee-hee...I have tried to calm her down but, she just won't let me. Thanks

Gershon Wolf

Date: 4/18/2019 9:40:00 PM

Somehow, this enchanting poem summoned up, by way of curious juxtapositioning, Robert Frosts's, "A Minor Bird." Wutcha think?! :) gw

M. L. Kiser
Date: 4/19/2019 4:41:00 AM

Hadn't thought about that, really...I suppose you are right! Thanks

Eve Roper

Date: 4/18/2019 8:33:00 PM

Great way to use your alterations on the great write , M.L. Have a great Easter. Hugs Eve ~`*

M. L. Kiser
Date: 4/19/2019 4:41:00 AM

Thanks Eve.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 4/18/2019 8:20:00 PM

When the muse visits we cannot avoid her call, night or day, we must obey. Very lovely M.L. xxoo

M. L. Kiser
Date: 4/19/2019 4:41:00 AM

Yes, we must...whether we sleep or not. Thanks Connie.

Constance La France

Date: 4/18/2019 7:41:00 PM

ML, wonderful write, yes we are at the mercy of our MUSE, I have written about my muse a lot also, she is part of my poetic soul and I love her deeply ~

M. L. Kiser
Date: 4/19/2019 4:42:00 AM

I love mine too but, I don't love the rants...an over-rambunctious muse is a bit much to take. Thanks.