amuse me
Oct 23, '08 11:32 PM
why should a poet need a muse to write
a sonnet so sweet that would entice the world
to read the written pages intended
not only for them to read but to embrace?
can't he just write without thinking so much
about metre, rhyme and style that only
box his creativity and poetry?
if i were to write a poem, i would want
her to sprout from my soul and then breathe
her immortality to meet more souls.
but why that need for a muse always knock
when the paper is ready to be marked?
what if the poet found no muse at all?
would that be an excuse to not write a
good poem that would capture another soul?
amuse me with your sweet nothings my muse.
i found you at the most unexpected
time and place i could ever imagine.
you just didn't know how much the pain you
caused me made me suffer and move my pen.
as if i were possessed, my jealousy
helped me pour out verses i've been keeping.
i might sound masochistic, but the more
you hurt me, the more i find the right words
to fill this blank versed sonnet i intend
to dedicate to you, oh, darling muse.
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