The Pink Lady, My Muse

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Feminine, glowing, and naked for all to see 
She is on my mind, the unnatural beauty 
One might say bizarre, freakish, and pink!
Thoughts of her will come and go
Centering herself in a dreamscape 
A faux, man-made manifestation, or goddess
who will preside over artistic disciplines
Does she think of me while I dream, if so,
does she know me and what will
become of me, for heaven’s sake
Suggesting lyrical words of inspiration
As I amble through the valley,
many times, I have crossed her path
Restless visions, my meditation weakens
Last minute poems are shed, I retreat
I breathe deep, venture again, but must flee
A battle for words, it shouldn’t be this way
I stray about lost in a fog of notions     
Searching for something to write about
Racking my brains, seeking, sneaking 
Recalling a postcard from the past
A picture of a beautiful visage so to speak
Painted on a bridge made of stone 
I’m stricken by my muse, her essence
Muses are gifts one nurtures and cherishes
Why, if I just make her my own
Feminine, glowing, naked for all to see
I’m sure she won’t mind consoling me
I wait under the pass, and listen to the silence
For a sign, a chirp, a soulful sound from a bird,
A lady I saw once on a granite arch
She came to me in a dream one night
Her painted body pink, her hair raven  
An oak tree is present, twisted branches  
straddled between her legs, there she sat,
as though part of the genus specie tree
I saw myself trekking towards her,
Why she beckons me, I cannot discern 
The pink lady starts to cry then she sighs,
She whispers something softly in my mind
Tells me all her long-held secrets, grim and bright
A gift for me she muses—you will recognize in time

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/19/2023 12:29:00 PM

oh this is so so cool. i remember seeing the book's picture before. Is it posted above other poems of yours?

I Am Anaya
Date: 12/19/2023 12:36:00 PM

The original is on "The Pink Lady Of Malibu" 5/25/2022 an article I rhymed. You may have seen it there first? Thank you for your visit and compliment, Andrea! Hope you have a wonderful Christmas time! Love & peace to you and yours~Anaya

Ann Foster

Date: 6/8/2022 3:22:00 PM

Wonderful wonderings... excellent. Ann

I Am Anaya
Date: 10/11/2022 2:08:00 PM

Hey Ann, thank you! Glad for your visit!

Robert Gorelick

Date: 6/2/2022 9:18:00 PM

Dreamy images, great picture, you're questioning the muse, is intriguing Anaya. A muse is a gift is it not? Love that line Robert

I Am Anaya
Date: 10/11/2022 2:10:00 PM

Glad you enjoyed Robert! I am grateful for your encouraging words.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

Date: 5/26/2022 5:27:00 PM

I am so intrigued! I think my muse may be both woman and bird, haven’t thought about it… maybe she’s a Harpy, that might actually make sense… you are stirring my own muse Anaya! Thank you! xomo

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart
Date: 5/26/2022 7:52:00 PM

I had accidentally blocked you! Sorry! I thought I had fat thumb accidentally deleted a comment of yours but this is even worse, yikes. Thanks for letting me know!

I Am Anaya
Date: 5/26/2022 5:49:00 PM

Ha, hi! Wow...Mo I can't access your comments, do you know if you may have blocked me accidently. I don't mean to be negative. Can you check on that? Thank you, Mo TIR glad you are intrigued! So nice of you to visit! ;)