Some don’t believe in muses, but
At dawn mine spins my heart.
I don’t deserve such tenderness.
Perhaps one day we’ll part.
Then I will look upon the day,
Pretend she wasn’t real,
Pretend those fairy tales were false,
Pretend I do not feel.
Written for dVerse Quadrille #25 hosted by Björn.
Rhyme too..she is a good muse for sure!
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Yes! She’s a keeper as long as she wants to stick around. Thanks!
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Love the spin on the muse ~ Mine comes at dawn, at night, during lunch hour….
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I do tend to get the strangest ideas upon waking which is after sunrise, but I’d welcome them at any time of the day. Thank you!
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I like this take on the muse. Well written quadrille.
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Thank you!
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“Perhaps one day we’ll part.” Oh, that is a fear I understand…. but so far she is holding true for you.
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If she does leave I assume there would a good reason and I just need to find it. Thank you!
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How beautiful.
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Thank you!
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I really like the wistful and bittersweet tone of this piece, especially the last two lines.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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What a nice muse to come like that… like clockwork
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My best ideas seem to pop up in the morning. I have no clue where they come from. This morning she sort of answered this poem and said, “Our muses never leave any of us. We just think they have.”
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oh the beat and the rhyme and the meaning. 🙂
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Thank you!
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you’re welcome! 🙂
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I love how your muse spins your heart at dawn, a wonderful way to start a new day ☺
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Thanks! As I think back on this poem, I don’t know why the word “spin” came to mind when writing it.
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☺
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Ohh.. there’ll always be people who’ll believe she is real.
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I think muses are real and we all have them.
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Love your rhythm and rhyme.
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Thank you!
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The muse is at dawn is a special one I find. I like how your poem expresses a sense of the fragility of the relationship…she comes unbidden and might not come again….
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It is fragile, or seems to be, like the present moment doesn’t seem to stay, but is always there. Thank you!
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That’s a poignant moment when the poem shifts from hopeful to melancholic.
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Thank you! I was trying to express such a switch. I am glad you noticed it.
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It works beautifully.
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I hope she sticks around for a long time to come 🙂 your poems are always a pleasure to read! ❤️
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Thank you! I think our muses never leave any of us. We just think, at times, that they have gone.
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I don’t believe in muses, but I do yours. Lovely…and rhymes, too!~
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Thank you! Most people don’t believe in them (except as metaphors for their own creativity). I wonder if I believe in them? That might be why I wrote the poem to tell myself that I do think they are real, beyond metaphor, even though I don’t know what that means.
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LOL! Frank….I’ve always seen muses as a woman behind me with a whip! LOL! However, I don’t like the idea that the power of creativity rests in the ‘hands’ of something other than our own hard work. That is why I have resisted this idea of muse for so long. However, IF I had a muse, it probably would be a passel of cats demanding I work harder, write harder for more kibble. LOL!
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I see them as females also, ladynyo. I’m trying to imagine a male muse. It is like imagining a male goddess. I figure I have to assume responsibility for the creative hard work and whether I choose to do it at all, but where does the idea that pops into my head come from? I wonder what a muse gets out of doing all that popping of ideas, assuming there are muses?
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Morning muse…evening muse….night time muse…I’ll take her whenever she comes a calling.
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Me, too! Thanks!
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I do so hope she sticks around! Lovely, Frank.
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She will. I hope I always realize she’s there. Thanks!
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There is magic in this poem, and it is enhanced by its rhythm. A dawn-muse!
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Thank you!
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I absolutely love your verb choice here: “spins my heart”
perfect.
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Thank you! It sounded a bit violent to me at first, since having one’s heart spun around may not seem like a good thing, and so I added “tenderness” in the next line to soften any connotations the word might bring.
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A sunrise muse — how wonderous and magical. The eastern sky is the best to write by.
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When I wake in the morning it is usually the eastern sky that I see first through the bedroom window. Thanks!
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I like the mood and the sound of this piece. I read it several times just to hear the flow of words. 🙂
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I am glad you liked the sound. I tried to keep the rhyme and meter flowing to frame the ideas in the poem. Thank you!
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Whether a muse is a metaphor or a real flow of universal creativity touching us, all I know is at times I feel like my penned words are not me, but meant to be. 🙂
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It’s a mystery to me where all these words come from even those I am writing now. I suppose giving the muse a female gender is a metaphor perhaps associated with the birth of something new. If one needs something to measure, muses could be some “energetic field” as I’ve read about in HeartMath associated with the magnetosphere, but if that’s the case, I’m somewhat disappointed. Fields aren’t very personal. I would like a muse to be able to make choices.
I wish I knew what they were. Thanks for commenting, Olga!
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No poet deserves their muse, Frank. But we’re damn glad they find us! Great depiction!
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Thank you! A muse provides us with company and something to say, if she’s there. I like to think she is.
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It’s hard some days to know whether to feel or not. Bravo!
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Thank you!
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Very lovely!
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Thank you, Kim!
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