My muse,
O’ beauteous she,
She does such wondrous things to me,
I feel no fear or trepidation,
For she’s an endless source, of inspiration.
The world made clear in black and white,
I know just what I’m here to fight.
A torch in the night, courage she gives,
I know I’ll be strong as long as she lives.
Whether near or far,
My shining star,
A better man I’ll be,
And all, because of she.
I wrote this poem a few years ago while thinking about what it was that inspired me to write poems most often and grappling with the ancient idea of the Muse goddesses.
I am re-posting this poem for dVersePoets poetic on 'Poems about Poetry'. I have written another poem more related to the subject, 'Of what to write?', but many of the dVersePoets have already read it.
I am re-posting this poem for dVersePoets poetic on 'Poems about Poetry'. I have written another poem more related to the subject, 'Of what to write?', but many of the dVersePoets have already read it.
What is it that gives you your creativity and inspires your life?
