The Muse

Tonight’s prompt at the dverse pub is about drought & flood. Writer’s block kind of reminds me of both.

The Muse

About me settle swirling mists
Whose shape is void and formless
With words as soft as dawn’s first kiss
Yet till He breathes I’m speechless
Light breaks forth upon my deep
His Spirit stirs my soul

Living chords rise up to tease
Caught in His living winds
Lifted in the swirling breeze
Then the tide begins to ebb
The muse is gone again.

19 thoughts on “The Muse

  1. katiemiafrederick says:

    iF A muse were
    a Monsoon to me..
    it would be all the rain
    from sky to ground the
    gRound of gRains of
    sAnd the sAme
    and less and
    more as
    sTorm and Sun..
    oh.. the muse A
    endless muse
    no neWs
    oF dArk
    but liGht
    as fuse

  2. Victoria C. Slotto says:

    This is so beautiful, Walter. In the Hebrew alphabet the first letter, Aleph, signifies that breath before creation, the intake of air before uttering the Word. It is not pronounced. The Hebrew alphabet is worth studying…it has so enriched me as a Christian. I will now go and read again.

  3. Victoria C. Slotto says:

    No, just picked up a few books on the subject. I will need to go look up titles. There was one by a Jewish scholar I liked a lot. Funny, but the symbolism of certain letters stayed with me. The aleph was definitely one of them and your poem really captured its essence.

  4. Imelda says:

    Isn’t oh-so-true? How fickle can an inspiration get. When one is not ready, words and rhyme dance in his head but promptly disappears when he gets paper and pencil.

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