Muse Dwells In My Garden
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Constance La France.
I like to get up early in the 'morn
for the flowers are calling me to come
I love the dew wet silence and stillness
and this is where I can meditate
and where my MUSE is waiting
close your eyes he whispers
I caress the blooms
the petunias like velvet and colors of gems
and the faithful geraniums always forgiving
the trailing ivy clinging and climbing
God has painted these just for me
open your mind MUSE murmurs
take my hand and we will journey
and the wind is caressing the flowers
and my hair is moving
I hear ocean waves and birds calling me
as I walk an ocean shore
my blood red filmy dress billowing
and I see MUSE has taken a shape
he is a mighty black horse galloping
and when we are side by side
I grab hold of his majestic black mane
and we are galloping and the wind is roaring
then suddenly we are flying for he has wings
over the deep endless endless aqua ocean
how long I do not know
for it seems like hours or even days
but when I open my eyes
I am in the garden
with my flowers gently swaying back and forth
like ocean waves and hidden birds are singing
and I know my MUSE is here
in the stillness of my garden
and I fall to me knees in prayer thanking God
for this new day ...
____________________
July 22, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/MUSE dwells in my garden
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1374-889-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Finding Your Muse
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 08/02/2021
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment