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MUSE ON THE LOOSE
“What’s that?” – a symphony moving,
A photograph snapped – a muse on the loose.
I must go hunting, set a trap…
Many are running, attacking, tracking -
So I look in the shadowy bushes,
Behind schools of music and dance.
I lay a quilted blanket on the ground,
Stare above at the stars and stripes.
My mind plays tricks, bends, contorts
Until nothing is as it seems, like a dream,
Perhaps I’ve fallen asleep. A bright star
Taps me on the shoulders, “have you stopped looking?”
I awake, cold on the shivering ground,
When past me darts the muse, ghostlike,
So I follow its dot to dot trail, not unlike
Morse code, letting the thoughts drift…
And somehow make sense. A bright lightbulb
Above my head swings, pendulum-like
Creating protagonists and monsters upon the wall.
With a bold move, my muse steps through
The wallboard, melting it with a fiery light.
Truly a star of serendipity stepped through -
Shakes my hand, presents me with a bag of tricks,
Steps back through the paint chips, they glitter.
I couldn’t lasso nor tie it up. She is quick as light.
If you don’t try, you’ll never find the prize. A fact.
9/4/2016
Contest: Muse On The Loose
Sponsored by: John Lawless
Written: August 4, 2026 for a contest by Silent One
Quote: "All opposites unite, All that is profane becomes sacred again." By Rumi.
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I move through the dusk
where the air feels half-holy, half-feral—
a thin-veined shimmer
trembling between grace and grit.
Some nights, the mind cleaves
like a slow-burn seedpod,
one part stretching skyward,
one part anchoring in dark loam
where old impulses hush and hear.
A drumbeat in that place—
A firm, orotund thrum
like aureole tracing archaeology of rust
like a breath caught
at the threshold of ardor and augury
I've felt the infinite in finite foofaraw
a faint flare of a fancy
that flouts all fetters
the way a memory falters
and still summons song.
the way serendipity sidles sunward
And sails, steers by secret stars
And I've peered past the profane.
in the pellucid, pearl-lit moments:
a misshaped munificence of misery
a molded by mourning mercy,
a trembling truth that teeters
but never topples.
Both breathe beneath—
the balm and the bruise
the straight line and the stumble,
the silence and the thunder.
I walk with them
as if they were twin shadows
weaving at my heels,
each whispering
its untamed vision
of what I might become.
In the veil of twilight where shadows stretch,
A gentle undulation hides unknown truths,
Nestled in a silent celestial cloak,
A universal whisper, a boundless mystery.
Ethereal hues spill and slide gracefully,
Floating through the night's vault of felicity,
On a journey that steals advice from stars and lilies of cats.
A slender delay reveals its serene and fierce toughness,
Setting off under the night's brood, an arrangement worthy of artists,
Whispering ballads of sadness in a passing abyss,
A world bathed in laments, for what we lose, that flight.
At the edge of dusk, a gossamer glimmer,
The spark of love, a delicate surge of hope,
The warmth of the enchanted haven gathers peace in dance.
A burst of light will saturate the new dawn,
Reflecting over waves, it rises and radiates smiles.
Sacred silence unfurls, illuminating darkened paths,
A beloved lighthouse guides through the revealed fog.
Shadows unveil their charm, scattering their mystery
And from their depths they beckon, an invitation to delve,
To discover hidden realms, to sneak past the silk curtain.
The profound abyss of darkness, a laboratory of secretive stories,
Yet, it shelters unseen wonders in its shy alcove,
A secret nearness that glorifies the power of the noble dark.
Embrace the hidden beams in the night's corolla, a sparkle silent,
The mystery contemplates a train of fragrant thoughts to relish,
Wrap yourself in cosmic serendipity, this balm revealed.
As you peel away layer by layer, you draw closer to the secret splendor,
In the night's gloom you find philosophy, a timeless vision,
A canvas promising endless revelations, a circular epiphany,
The oil of spells, a potion calling you to adventure,
Let's travel into the unknown, together, among the stars and in a whisper.
Could it be the state of tranquility
Despite the times they are being loquacious
Or this event of serendipity
For meeting this person quite so gracious
Is it his presence is a sweet lagniappe
Or their bond that caused an epiphany
The fact his absence feels like a cold snap
That her feelings are a polyphony
It’s personality in plethora
Which is refreshing just like petrichor
That sets off in her mind an aurora
Depicting sensations of her ardour
It’s that he treats her with delicacy
That sets off these great feelings blossoming
She puts words to them with hesitancy
For her fear of the others gossiping
She hides in a place abyssopelagic
To veil that he is her panacea
As if emotions will leave like magic
Is that not just the dumbest idea
Who’s she kidding they are diaphanous
A statement that she says with some languor
Practicing a great deal of ascesis
When really they should be allowed to soar
But he gives a place of felicity
A place some might say is just limerence
A thing that is quite the duplicity
She knows that she can see the difference
Her affection can appear galactic
But to her it is just a silhouette
Perhaps giving her an ataractic
Will dim her down and she’ll cause less upset
To him she is just incendiary
An explosive she is the quintessence
A fact becoming evidentiary
In it exhibiting its fluorescence
She wished for a soothing elixir
They sent her a voice so mellifluous
However it’s not his job to fix her
Whilst she is in this state of pensiveness
And now she senses a quadrivium
There is an insight into her psyche
She is praying for her elysium
For her own life to end in syzygy
Sometimes
By Michelle Morris
11/11/2023
Sometimes we get lost
And yet it's good for our soul
Because we need to escape to freedom
Embrace everything unknown
Sometimes we get found
By the most delightful folks
They light up our world like sparklers
And leave magical footprints in our souls
Sometimes we get wise
Sometimes we get silly
Sometimes is all it takes
To learn a lesson for eternity
Sometimes is all we have
Sometimes is all we need
Sometimes we experience miracles
By everyday good deeds
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes
Enjoy those moments
Let them bring you a smile
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes
Enjoy those moments
Bask in the sun for a while
Sometimes we get lost
And yet it's good for our soul
Everyone has their own path
We need to go it alone
Sometimes we get found
Or we find ourselves (at last!)
We ignite the Light within us
And get the hell out of the Darkness
Sometimes we get high
Sometimes we get low
Sometimes is all it takes
To learn and to grown
Sometimes is all we have
Sometimes is all we need
Sometimes we experience serendipity
By everyday meetings
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes
Enjoy those moments
Let them bring you a smile
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes
Enjoy those moments
Bask in the sun for a while
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes
We are the miracle
We bring hope to life
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes
Enjoy those moments
Make every one worthwhile
© Michelle Morris, 2023
By happenstance, I found you
And my once empty, sullen heart
Filled to the brim with ecstasy
Hurray for happy accidents!
Dismally sad and blue was I
One jet-black day, then I walked
Outdoors, and voila! A goldmine
In the sky...sunshine
I searched up and down
Terra firma for gold; tearing cobwebs
Out of long unvisited nooks and crannies
And I stumbled upon a glistening diamond
I perambulated through footpaths
Of life, just minding my business
Suddenly I unearthed a jewel
Touched by the gods...happiness
I treaded uncharted far-flung places
Along the way, I discovered an
Unsought hidden treasure...love
Hurray for happy accidents!
Date written: 04/05/2016
“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.”
Quote by _Delia Owens
Saturated colored leaves like jewels,
drift on a serendipity journey;
skipping, jumping and leaping with no rules,
the gold, orange, red, yellow and ferny.
On the breeze the petrichor leaves have wings,
they have waited all summer long to fly;
soaring gracefully they are vivid things,
some withering leaves want to kiss the sky.
Flowing hued leaves glow as if from within,
flying about like wild strange birds set free;
joyfully they twirl, whirl, swirl, float and spin,
blending together briefly with sweet glee.
The colored beauties whisper and dance;
on a short- lovely and enchanting prance.
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December 28, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Sonnet/Leaves With Wings
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1512-728-28
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Feel Free, Inspiration Quote #7
sponsor, Sara Kendrick, Judged 01/06/2023, Ninth Place
Submitted to the Standard contest, Your Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/11/2023
First Place
I challenge you to have Faith. Believe...
Forget religion and politics and labels. Focus on Faith in a Higher Power. It doesn't matter what name it's given. There is something to Believe in.
What have you got to lose? Worst case, you're having a positive attitude and showing Gratitude for your life. That in itself can change things.
Best case, you witness a Miracle. The Miracle of you... Your Life... Your Purpose... A greater connection to the Divine and the Collective.
This poem is about Faith without using the word... It's unseen... Which is what it is by definition. Believing in the unseen.
Witness a Miracle
By Michelle Morris
05/02/2026
How about you Believe
Believe in something better
Believe in something more
Believe in God and His Blessings
What have you got to lose?
What have you got to gain?
Maybe you'll witness a Miracle
Maybe you'll fan the Flame
The Flame that's in your Heart
The Flame that's in your Soul
The Flame to ignite your Life
Your Purpose and your Wholeness
For the Gratitude you show
The Positivity that just grows
Creates a channel to the Divine
It links you to the Collective Hope
We are all Eternal
And we are connected to every atom
Our Universe is Magical
We create Serendipity in action
Forget about religion
Forget politics and labels
We're here to make a difference
To learn and grow through the ages
Humanity is evolving
Enlightenment is happening
Be a Miracle every day
Because Love and Light is Magic
© Michelle Morris, 2026
I love the ocean
By Michelle Morris
01/02/2026
I love the ocean
I love the waves
It repairs the broken
It calms and saves
I love its magic
I love its mystery
It's a home and shelter
It's serendipity
I love its wildness
I love its music
Its hidden secrets
Its pleasurable viewing
I love its soothing
I love its inspiration
It's a contradiction
It's our heart's aching
I love the water
I love the flow
It's a reminder to be one
It's a blessing to our wholeness
I love our ocean
I love our blue marble
Earth is our special home
And the ocean is simply marvellous
© Michelle Morris, 2026
Greenish black silhouettes of trees
sans the complacency
mystique in their conversation,
a stream of uneven triangular arcs
in commune with the lilac-grey
puffs of floating vapor
coalescing in rebellion,
scent of wild delicate roses,
a lover's temptation,
cascades of prismatic water
falling like emotions hard
then, mingling plan-gently
in the river of thoughts,
a lavish pristine green meadow
inventive in its own league,
celestial beads of a night gown
defying the theory of
existentialism,
then why stand petrified
by the fire lit by yourself?
a self fluorish of ambiguities
and repine,
if discern the other side of
darkness
you lay ablaze in ethereal
incandescene,
the hieroglyphs of creator's rescue...