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dearest muse
you’ve been so silent
fill my head with sweet nothings
to pour on the page

dearest kat
you’ve been too busy
there is no room in your head
the page, left wanting

Still playing catch up. Today’s letters give a clue as to why! For NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 11 Prompt: Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a two-part poem, in the form of an exchange of letters. The first stanza (or part) should be in the form of a letter that you write either to yourself or to a famous fictional or historical person. The second part should be the letter you receive in response. These can be as short or long as you like, in the form of prose poems, or with line breaks – and of course, the subject matter of the letters is totally up to you.

the muse

the muse

she is like a penny, face up, begging
to be lifted from the asphalt, treasure
promised if I dare give her a moment’s
thought, a hint of blush dusts her cheeks,
eyes, dark, translucent blue, cerulean really,
that pierce my soul, first glance, drawing
me deeper… she likes shadowy places,
nooks, crannies, pre-dawn and gloaming,
alcoves and hollows, her scent is musk, with
undertones of moss, earth and ink waiting for the
quill’s long, lingering dip, pale skin like velvet,
cool to the touch, covered in baby fine hair that
glistens in the light, her hair, fiery red, long,
wavy, cascading softly past her shoulders…
she is not the life of the party, but her words,
softly spoken, draw select clusters of seekers, like
me, who have grown to appreciate her wisdom
and honesty…fools vex  her…she has been known
to slay them with a single line, but mostly
she ignores them, pearls and swine, you know,
for those of us who are privileged to call
her friend, to see the world through her
eyes is like peeking through a forbidden
keyhole, Valhalla waiting on the other side


For MindLoveMiserysMenagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt – To write about my muse as if she had been given corporeal form and could interact with the outside world. 

Saturday with the Muse

would that flowers
lingered longer,
never fading…
but then we’d
miss the magic
of seeing them

the music ended
still, they danced
a song in their hearts

garden, honey drunk,
rain misting…a sea
of petals, purple,
rose red, pink
summer symphony


Magnetic Poetry Online

Blame the Muse

“Use what talents you possess…The woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those who sung best.” Henry Van Dyke

poets weave
twenty-six letters
into thoughts
words to inspire, to move
and then blame the muse


A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt inspired by the Henry Van Dyke quote and collage above.

Magnetic Poetry Saturday

Something different this week. Instead of creating a digital photo creation for the poetry that emerges from the magnets, I’m letting you in on the creative process, my dance with the muse, so to speak.  What do you think? Do you like seeing the words that didn’t make the cut? I find them quite compelling…

beneath the forest
green every living
thing is wild and
free though they
are deeply rooted
in stone

the best we can
hope for in life
is love and peace,
laughter and luck…
a bit of chocolate
always helps

though you are crushed
by life’s storms be
not bitter for it is
after the rain that
a garden smells
her sweetest

coffee breath kisses
warm lips, moist
with hints of
salt and caramel
devouring me slowly
my heart’s desire…
mornings like this

Happy Saturday!


Create your own verse HERE.

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