The Poet Does Not Sleep With The Muse
That's the point.
The poet does not sleep with the Muse.
Not even when drunk on his whisky eyes
out of it on the scent of his skin
trapped in the heat of his breath
melted like butter under his fingers
locked in with him entirely of her own volition
wrapped in his arms like a satisfied cat.
The poet does not sleep with the Muse
for fear that the poetry will go missing
like her heart.
No, the poet does not sleep with the Muse
unless - maybe if the Muse insists
she can't be expected to resist?
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The original quote that inspired this poem, thus proving that words can also find their way to being muses, is from this Guardian article.
"As everyone knew, the poet did not sleep with his muse, that was the whole point. He just yearned."
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A telegram to Little Me
I acquired a magical souvenir; it was a realisation. By taking an impulsive trip to Thailand, I awarded myself the chance to have it. You are our own gift shop. You choose the opening times, you choose the stock. They are the very nature of wisdom, realisations. One could say we collect them and form a magnificent portfolio entitled Experience. And that's why we do the majority of things we do. But travelling is the act most generous in the offering of experience, the gift shop with the best stock. We go on the hunt for experiences, daring ourselves to be stimulated in new ways, by new flavours. To sweat, swim or shiver in the waters of new challenges. To hear new sounds, learn novel outlooks, and relish as hinges creak with unknown doors opening in our hearts and minds. This realisation and the flourishing effect it had upon me made Thailand my best trip yet. All this realisation consisted of was merely a stripped back epiphany of why we do these things. See new places, take new risks, seek refreshing distractions from all that we're tired of being familiar with.
By Konrad Kramp3 days ago in Wander
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Well done!
That's a fascinating exploration of the relationship between the poet and the Muse.
I guess it's the whole concept of "not mixing pleasure with business". Loved your poem!
I really relate to this concept - like once you have something it loses its magic. Awesome work…
Beautiful poem! 💕