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Muse

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He appears in many guises,
filling every corner of my dreams,
his darkness matching the demons
that linger beneath the seams
of the fears I seek to bury
yet no matter how hard I try
he comes without knocking, unbidden
like a swarm of locusts darkening the sky

And after he gets what he wants from me
stripping me of everything I once held dear
it’s a release that’s like no other,
where nothing else dares come near.
And so I leave the door wide open
of this little cage I still cling to,
waiting patiently for him to return,
gracing me with a madness that speaks so true.

via Muse — The Daily Post

Glass

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Is your glass half-full
or is it half-empty?
Is a glass ceiling stopping you
from moving on,
from claiming the things you see?

Do you wonder if you’ve got more to give
or are you washed up, as they say you are?
Should you stop right here and let things be
or should you take up the challenge again,
and take it far?

Should you listen to the naysayers when they say
that such things you seek can’t be done?
Or should you turn your head forward and keep going,
knowing that before long,
those doubters will be gone?

So is your glass half-full,
or is it half empty?
Is there even a glass for you to see where you really are?
Or are you simply – right now –
exactly where you need be?

via Glass — The Daily Post

A Year of Muses To Come

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“If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories — science fiction or otherwise. Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.”

– Ray Bradbury

This is SO my New Year’s resolution – which was the same resolution I had for 2015.

What’s yours?

Muses

When Self-Doubt Visits Me

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Image by Cristiano Galbiati

When self-doubt visits me,
it tells me I’m no good.
It tells me I’ll never make it, that I’ll amount
to nothing in this world

And sometimes I believe him
though sometimes I rage,
wishing the things he says aren’t true,
but even my lies are showing their age

I wish I had the courage to prove him wrong,
that some day, I know I can
rise up against him and win this time
for I know deep inside I’m no sham

For I can do this, and be quite good at it
even if doubt tells me, “No.”
But what does this old friend really know?
For nothing it sows, ever really grows.

The King Beneath the Mountain of Gold

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One day, your favorite piece of art — a famous painting or sculpture, the graffiti next door — comes to life. What happens next?

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Thorin Oakenshield by James Hance

The graphite marks shifted, trembled and lifted
blue eyes looking about the room, studying the gloom
of dusk that had descended, the day just ended
and looking at me, said with a feeling of dread,
“I was once a king beneath a mountain of gold,
spoken of in songs and stories of old
I had a dream to reclaim and redeem
the pride of my fathers and lift up my brothers
back into the light, join in the fight
to take back what was ours no matter the hour
but greed overtook me, engulfed me.  It felled me.
What has become of the world where I’m from?
Does the gold still glitter amidst all that is bitter
when I lost what was mine, a stone so divine?
But that was all in the past, for nothing ever lasts
And to the halls of my fathers and along with my brothers
I go now to rest, knowing at last I was blessed
to discern the truth from the follies of youth,
no matter how late it came, I knew its name.
I was once a king beneath a mountain of gold
spoken of in stories and songs of old,
but now I’m dead.”  And that was all that he said.
And the graphite marks shifted, trembled and lifted
till they settled back down amidst the grays, blacks and browns.

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…And Last But Not Least

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In your imaginary award acceptance speech (yes, we know you have one), who’s the very last — and most important — person you thank?

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…and last but not least, I want to thank the muse,
you know who you are –
for whenever the mood strikes me you’re there
giving me what I need, no matter how bizarre.

You’re there with me in the morning,
long before the sun rises,
you stay with me till the evening –
you with your many disguises

You come whenever I call,
no matter what the hour,
you stay with me till darkness claims me,
you never give in, you never cower

from whatever I subject you to,
whatever I desire
you’re the muse who keeps the light alight,
you keep my soul forever on fire.

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Daily Prompt: Pressure (Nonet)

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Do you thrive under pressure or crumble at the thought of it? Does your best stuff surface as the deadline approaches or do you need to iterate, day after day to achieve something you’re proud of? Tell us how you work best.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us PRESSURE.

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Inspiration does not come to me
till that final minute before
everything goes to hell and
panic sets in, digs in,
blooms where there was once
nothing but din,
till the light
settles
in.

*A nonet is a nine line poem. The first line containing nine syllables, the next line has eight syllables, the next line has seven syllables. That continues until the last line (the ninth line) which has one syllable. Nonets can be written about any subject. Rhyming is optional.

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Daily Prompt: Ritual (Nonet)

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What are your favorite traditions, large and small? What is it about your traditions that keep them going strong for you?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us RITUAL.

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Writing out the muse and all his rage
all his love trapped within this cage
of thoughts and dreams bound up tight
till I release them, let
them go into the
night, waiting for
reckoning –
till the
light.

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*A nonet is a nine line poem. The first line containing nine syllables, the next line has eight syllables, the next line has seven syllables. That continues until the last line (the ninth line) which has one syllable. Nonets can be written about any subject. Rhyming is optional.

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Daily Prompt: In My Mind, All the Time (A Nonet)

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When and where do you do your best thinking? In the bathroom? While running? Just before bed, or first thing in the morning? On the bus? Why do you think that is?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us THE BEST.

I envy writers, she said to me
For there’s never a dull moment
inside your mind, all the time
thinking, plotting, seeing
things that only you
can see – till it’s
on paper
and set
free.

– 5/365

Nonet: A nonet is a type of poem which has nine lines, with the first line having 9 syllables, the second 8 syllables, the third 7 until the ninth line has only one. Some nonnets may also have an iambic meter (stress on every other syllable).

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