Musing On the Muse of Your Words

Musing on The Muse of Your Words All the flowers of Epiphany I have designed and collected The flowing words through ink Came to me Unbidden and as yet unwritten or encapsulated They lay sanguine indistinct And are birthed in paper clues I do not own their pages This is merely the partnership Of a Muse Some inspiration enters From the outside A veiling source connect Is and is not mine And on their fluid heat ride my ballpoints Roller coasters of emotions shine Gratitude As I repeat their typing In electrifying fonts As I wait for the mutterings Tiny voices of humming songs No not mine Me I simply release them Words I just speak for them I love to see them Gather their own brilliance And trip their way Through other eyes Without them my inadequate lips bumble And through the dictionary My heart catches the stumble On the compelling entreaties of beauty Belonging in another passage Where I hang my thoughts out to air They flow their own way through me Divulging and deliberating their message My voice would be silent but for them I am the too quiet and untroubled man Yet they race to discover an impression Challenge me to write them Explain them if I can ( At peace am I made conduit To the well of all your words Singular community of artists and writers But one narrative of hundreds upon thousands Touched by the impulse Of communicating “The Word” ) And only God knows which ( is ) Any complex sentences definitive Any account of experiences riches So penned By loving its learning descriptive So loving penned flows out its emotive