my phoenix muse

Depleted goddess, where have you gone?

My withered muse is sparking,

giving the last hopes of inspiration

with the exhale of a terminal breath.

The words are cold and jumbled,

just as the uncertainty she demanded I feel.

 

I usher her luminous coals

until the glow of the flame recedes.

Left with a heap of numbing ashes,

I prod and poke what remains.

Deserted ideas and fragmented thoughts,

a lonely duty to stir life to the surface.

Unnerved by a miracle, I wait expectantly by her side.

 

I exalt, and she rises again.

Reviews

[LeeLee Ryder]

You have some great imagery flowing through My Phoenix muse, Jessie..
A righteous superb poem & I especially love these phrases:
"The words are cold and jumbled, just as the uncertainty she demanded I feel."
"I usher her luminous coals until the glow of the flame recedes."
MPM has a GREAT ending, by the way ..
I agree ... Inspiration grows like a flame, burns out & ignites again & again..
Kudos Jessie
LeeLee