M. L. Kiser Poet Prose

Muse With Pen and Sword

My soul rides the pen.
Flowing through the nib,
my thoughts are revealed;
flowing onto the page
in dark, liquid waves.

As a vessel, I pour;
all within me, spews forth.
Naked rivers of ink
Reveal muse’s secrets.

Muse wields her sword,
sliced opinions, fall away
upon journal pages.

Pen-to-paper, scratching letters and 
words that betray us both.
She talks too much and insists that,
there are others who dream and believe, as we do.
Why do I feel like I must keep silent and 
Let her do all of the talking?

With Pen, she speaks;
with sword, she conquers.
I am her vessel and I must let her pour.

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Maurice Yvonne April 6, 2015 at 7:29 PM Love this poem. All I can say is another one for my list of favourites. M. L. Kiser April 7, 2015 at 11:44 PM Many thanks, Maurice.

Kelly Deschler February 8, 2015 at 3:08 PM My muse also talks too much, especially late at night when all I want to do is sleep. As poets, we have no choice but to listen... I really enjoyed this excellent write, M. L. Keep listening to those powerful voices! :) M. L. Kiser February 9, 2015 at 12:57 AM Thanks so much, Kelly. The only thing that I can do is to indulge her or she won't let me rest.

Richard Lamoureux January 28, 2015 at 9:47 AM Fantastic! M. L. Kiser January 28, 2015 at 2:55 PM Thank you!

Robert Lindley January 27, 2015 at 9:38 PM Super 7 on this one! Your muse has powerful magic and spills inks with the best of them... Let her pour, no time for silence best to gift us with more!! Bravoooo!!!! M. L. Kiser January 28, 2015 at 2:55 PM At least she spills the ink much better than I do...I usually just end up with a big blob. Thanks for your visit.

Emile Pinet January 27, 2015 at 2:16 PM Thanks to your muse your poetry is blooming like a rose, a treasure that will be savored over time. For you have given a piece of yourself and laid it bare for all to see and admire. Emile. #7 M. L. Kiser January 28, 2015 at 2:56 PM Thank you, so much, Emile.

David Meade January 27, 2015 at 9:02 AM A love pour of words, emotions, thoughts, ideas, fears, secrets . . . rich is the concoction and must be shared . . . loved your poem! 7 M. L. Kiser January 28, 2015 at 2:55 PM Many thanks, David.

Casarah Nance January 26, 2015 at 6:51 PM Wow. okay you are awesome tonight, your sijo was great, but this wow, I am truly impressed. I loved this so much. 7 and a fave! This was wow! M. L. Kiser January 26, 2015 at 10:46 PM Many thanks and I am so glad that you liked it.