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| Luis Morris: “Artist’s Muse” 2009 |
No time like the present to get things done.
—Maik Strosahl (“OLEV”)
[Note: About ten days ago, a few minutes after reading Maik Strosahl’s statement quoted above, I found myself in a wild embrace with my own poetic muse. “Following her rhythms” produced the lines presented below. I am grateful for “no time like the present to get things done.”]
When your muse whispers,
welcome her embrace,
hold her, feel her, glide with her,
follow her rhythms.
When your muse arches her back,
announcing her theme, accepther invitation, enter her,
thrust to her rhythms.
When your muse whispers,
listen to her words, hear them,
write them down, note their shapes,
pencil or type them, jot them in sand.
Practice their phrasings,
finger them, hold them,
feel them, squeeze them,
writhe with them.
Kiss them, open your mouth,
wet them, savor them,
roll them on your tongue,
taste them, swallow them.
And when her whispers rise
to sound, throbbing, poised to speak,
your urge erect to shout,
pour forth her words, release!
| Copyright © 2022 by Moristotle |
Oh, Bravo! You showed me early drafts, but I see you really did some work on this one, taking it to the next level! Way to go, Moris!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Maik, that means a lot, coming from a master. The last few times I read this poem, there was nothing I felt needed changing. Maybe it really did level off.
DeleteI love your Muse poem, Morris! And I love that painting which accompanies it, as well.
ReplyDeleteNice use of metaphor!
ReplyDeleteBravo!
Thank you, Michael. The encounter that was both source and subject of this poem produced more than this poem, as tomorrow’s and Monday’s “Goines On” vignettes will demonstrate, one before and the other after your poem “Tyler.”
DeleteAlso, I am reworking “When Your Muse Whispers” as an ode for submission to a contest sponsored by Highland Park Poetry. I discovered just yesterday, during a troublesome revision toward the ode, that I will need to focus more on the nature of the muse herself, and less on an artist’s intercourse with her.
And I haven’t yet turned my attention to the question of pronouns appropriate to female artists and male muses. Does writing about artistic inspiration require a unisexual vocabulary? I already know it does not, and cannot – not, anyway, if tomorrow’s thesis is correct. Stay tuned. I eagerly await your reaction to “Goines On: Sex with the muse.”