On muse

He presses the nib of his quill;
into cursives swaying smooth,
desperately trying to personify,
the curves and folds of her body,
the sumptuous swirl of their elegance
alluring his senses, owning his ink
and all his sensual rhymes,
in every ode to her beauty
he writes.

His eyes have brimmed with romances,
when following his muse's motion.
A prim little ballerina,
lost in her own slow symphony,
he has had words die on his lips
that he ardently felt.
So, each moment being moved by her,
he could only write,

lyrics and letters,
scented of forevermore's,
ornamented with blossoms,
of her beauty and everything it does to him.
Carved into the gentlest of verses
and a tear or two to sign off his devotion,
right next to inked prayers to almighty
to guard over her divine existence.

As for him, he only begged,
"when my fingers cease to write,
burn my poetry,
I don't want anyone else
to fall in love with her."

But such lovers live long,
to marvel over such beauty,
to be captivated by its divinity
be it as fortune other times a curse,
yet it all has to catch fire, regardless
in their every written verse.

Author's Note

Grateful for the read.

Reviews

[Amy R]

Wow, I loved this poem.. my kinda inspiration...

It explores the intense connection between a poet and its muse, illustrating how the beauty and allure of the muse inspire creativity and passion in the poet.

This poem also reflects on themes of devotion, jealousy, and the ephemeral nature of beauty and creativity.

Words such as "cursives," "sumptuous," "alluring," and "ornamented" convey a sense of elegance and depth.

LOVELY VERY LOVELY. Thanks for sharing. Also glad to see you're back. 🤗😊
-Amy

[Poetic_Vixen]

It is such a joy to see the depths you've felt of every detail I included in my poem, that it is up to your taste and to have learnt you enjoyed reading this. I'm grateful for these beautiful words Amy 💖 it is good to be back and see you for sure!

[Amy R]

You're welcome 😊
SORRY for now replying, been away from here. Hope to be back soon. Life has me caught up and I miss reading poetry on here .. Have a great weekend 😀

[Betty Hermelee]

My friend
You write so eloquently about your muse, the little ballerina … “ each moment being moved by her”… as you scribe the most beautiful, sensual words to portray her…. Your cursive dances in the the pages with swirls of ink… never forgetting to carefully show your feelings for her… and though you want these lines to be burned upon your death, loves does not fade so quickly and perhaps endures far longer than your demise.
I love the poem ….its content and the exquisiteness of your writing
Thank you for sharing my friend
Warmly
B🌷🌷🌷

[Poetic_Vixen]

I was fluently vibing with the prompt of a male lover being possessed with love for his muse, I couldn't help writing the ardour I dream to be loved or maybe more but that's too far from reach haha. It is truly so sweet to read how you felt my poem this beautifully my friend 💖 it makes me happy and I'm very grateful for these lovely words!

Sending you warmest of love 💐

[Betty Hermelee]

All my pleasure!
Warmly B🌸