Musings
Ok I found that poem from college I was talking about. Didn't take long once I got off my ass and looked in the only place it should have been. Wasn't near as good as I remembered it. (I guess I remembered the personification fondly, but I don't feel like I did Her justice with the words I chose. Not even close. But hey, I was 19.) But I resisted the urge to edit the crap out of it (verrrry tempting) and have posted it here as originally scribbled in pencil in my notebook with the shiny blue holographic cover.
Nobody mock my poetry now. I would have to come and find you and kick you in the shins, hard. I'm sensitive about these things.
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Musings
My muse is a short woman with
Brown fox-wild hair and
Long fingernails. I have
Never remembered the
Color of her eyes.
She has curves and thickness
And full round breasts.
She has a definite presence
When she comes; she takes up
Space in the room for her own.
She visits at odd hours
And never says goodbye.
She dresses in yellow or black
Loose long clothing that
Never disguises. She laughs
Often and speaks carefully,
Measuring her words
Like baker's chocolate, regulating
The amount of bitter and sweet.
My muse never calls
Me by name and rarely
Even recognizes me.
She reads over my shoulder.
The words are alive; to her
All moments blend into one.
She writes graffiti on bathroom walls.
She is always "on the rag" and
Full of passionate emotions
That pass across her face like wind-blown clouds.
She is my worst critic,
And takes nothing for granted.
Hey! I'm glad you didn't edit it. This is good, especially for 19. A lot of cool images, here. I love "fox-wild hair" and "baker's chocolate" and "She reads over my shoulder." Is your Muse the same Muse she was then?
That's what I love about you, Rebecca--so kind. :) I am perfectly willing to admit that poetry is not my strong suit as a writer--it requires much more effort from me than yours does, I think. You have the gift, I have only an impatient and distracted Muse who rarely accepts offerings of poetry these days.
Same Muse, I think, although as I've grown (physically, mentally, artistically) I think I perceive her in a more nuanced way then I did back then. I'll have to ramble more on this subject later.