Keith's Ramblings Carry on Tuesday brings todays prompt from a Shakespearean sonnet. I like it and I hate it. For whatever reason Keith's prompts always hit me, broadside and it makes me angry and that anger moves my creativity along, grumbling the whole way... and moving the whole way. While this still feels rough drafty, I offer it to you anyway.
Look Under the Leaves
Where art thou, Muse?
Hidden in a haiku line or
woven into a pantoum's sweater
There, your shadow is showing
underneath the essay's hook
I read of you in that three
year old letter I thought
I had mailed or lost
I think I heard your call
in the song of the journeying
bird or perhaps on that worn,
leather patch on the bikers back pack
Yesterday I felt your presence
in the graffitti scrawling, sloppy
on the women's room stall
My pencil hesitates to move
to stay this bumpy, nearly
invisible course
It is easier to claim
it is too dark to see
I wonder was it you
who left? That's the
song I sing but
a new verse wants to
be written that is saying
it was I who turned
my back on thee.
Where art thou, Muse?
Pencil? Who the heck uses a pencil anymore? (LOL!)
Muses love to play hide-and-seek, don't they?
Posted by: Eric Alder | October 05, 2010 at 08:45 AM
I love pencils, Eric! I used one today to write this very poem! :-)
Posted by: Julie Jordan Scott | October 05, 2010 at 09:00 AM
I love pens, colored India ink. If I type too much, my fingers get itchy for the colors. Am learning balance, but it's difficult. And I love your poem, that searching in all those out of the way places and spaces. Maybe those pencils are the key to her doorway. I find that my pens sometimes do that,
Elizabeth
Posted by: Elizabeth | October 05, 2010 at 11:04 AM
I like pencils too. The only problem, besides their obvious digital shortcomings, is that you have to keep sharpening them.
I say, use whatever writing medium lets your words flow best. Most of my non-electronic writing is done with ball-point pens.
Posted by: Eric Alder | October 05, 2010 at 12:27 PM
Ah yes, hiding under leaves or in a dark corner, she's always somewhere about, even when we think we've lost her. Nice!
Posted by: Ruth | October 05, 2010 at 01:03 PM
This is beautiful. I really enjoyed reading. :-)
Posted by: Susannah | October 05, 2010 at 03:11 PM
Love this. Muses turn up in the oddest places.
Posted by: nara malone | October 05, 2010 at 06:08 PM
This is very beautiful and I enjoyed reading it.. and your reference to muse through various means was great.,,,
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Posted by: Shashi | October 08, 2010 at 05:03 AM