promises to muses.

August 18, 2011

Tonight, I see you,
taking this where I’ve already been.
Tomorrow, I won’t want to,
revisit old graveyards again.

Tonight, I let you,
pour your heart into drinking glasses,
Tomorrow, I know to,
ignore that to which impasses.

Tonight, I hear you,
making promises you don’t refuse,
Tomorrow, I’ll have to,
brood if they’re mine or for the muse.

Tonight, I see you,
quill in hand and ballad flaunt,
Tomorrow, I wish to,
know if it’s I or words you want.

Promising Poetry Week 50 Award Winner

It seems that muses,
though oft yearned for and cherished,
grow to plague the soul.


48 Responses to “promises to muses.”

  1. booguloo said

    Hard to tell sometimes.

  2. NK said

    While all four are great, the last two stanzas of this poem resonate with me.

  3. This one doesn’t have a date…is the date unknown? I never include dates with mine because I don’t want people to know whether a poem is older or newer. What if they only like my older stuff? Also, you tagged this as free verse but follow a rhyme scheme (not that I’m complaining–rhymed poems are my favorite) Just a few observations. The first stanza is my favorite 🙂

    • Fountains said

      If it doesn’t have a date at the bottom, it was written on the day it was posted – rule of thumb. I tagged it as free verse because I was told that even free verse can rhyme? Which changes my whole understanding of the term. I haven’t taken a moment to let Google settle the matter yet. And thank you!

  4. a lovely confession/expression, well done.

    Have fun!


  5. Wish I could rhyme … Beautiful.
    Happy Rally!

  6. lovely rhyming and awesome thinking..


  7. antomaniax said

    I have really enjoyed reading your poem.Nice work!

  8. Soooo many thoughts in response to this… Lovely! Seduction by words, perhaps?

  9. fiveloaf said

    nicely constructed.. glad to be of acquaintance again through thursday poets- my posting this week~

  10. Manoj Kewalramani said

    yeah sometimes you wonder who’s playing whom.. the muse playing the artist or the artist playing the muse…. nicely done 🙂

    Here’s my entry for this week:

  11. Miss Kitten said

    Another masterpiece. Lately my muse doesn’t want me to rhyme. You are a rhyming proficient. Excellent work.

  12. Sirrah said

    I repeat myself,again.
    Admire you much 🙂

  13. dsnake1 said

    something to ponder about. great poem, enjoyed it.

    my muse has gone AWOL, at least your one is still around, judging from this poem. 🙂

  14. ashbeezone said

    Very Nice Poetry with an amazing Imagination
    Great Work of Creativity !! Highly Expressive !!

    It was indeed enjoyable after reading this one !!

    Anyways, Take a look some of my Poetry Collections …

    some of my Haiku Collections

    and also, on my very recent Work as well

    !!! Happy Rally !!!
    Cheers !!

  15. caridwen said

    I like the way you make it seem like you are writing to an Other, but then it turns out to be the Muse – who is, of course, the ultimate other! :o) Particularly like the first and last stanzas.

  16. Maitreyee said

    interesting..& lyrical

  17. debi said

    I like this; the rhythm and the words. Sad to realize there will probably be heartache tomorrow. And then we’ll start all over again.

  18. Love the contast used of today and tomorrow, it’s such a true one, the last one especially so for me. Great read.
    The Lonely Recluse.

  19. Kay Salady said

    Oh, oh, oh! That was totally awesome. I could so relate to it. I felt as though you were writing to someone who is also a writer looking for inspiration. I’d love to know if I’m right!

    • Fountains said

      Kay, that’s what I was thinking when I wrote it, yes. 🙂 A writer writing to another who is desperate for inspiration, and therefore obscures whether their poetry is true or wishful thinking.

  20. zongrik said

    lot’s of co-dependent issues here.

  21. A.B. Thomas said

    Very cool write! I liked the way that my mind took two roads of thought as I read, one of beautiful adoration, the other a darker view as if one is standing outside in the rain leering at the window of a house where two people are unaware they are being watched, but soon one of them will be aware…

say something to me.

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