Poetry Blog by Vautaw (2019, Muse)
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The Writer's Plight
For some, the writer's plight may be staring at a blank page, fear of rejection, or resistance presented in various forms. For me, the writer's plight is being available morning, noon, and night to welcome a steady stream of pop-in visitors with expectations of providing conversation, cooking, cleaning, even childcare for hours on end.
With a Mona Lisa smile, I weigh the importance of what my d...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 4:23 am
Dear Muse
Hide away
if you must.
I don't understand
what prompts you
to surface anyway.
I will do like I always do,
show up on the page,
stumble through what
I was put on earth to do,
share my truth.
I know even though you
fly away again and again
to do whatever muses do,
you will come back,
when I least expect
and light up my soul
with your beautiful words,
like you alwa...
Wednesday 27th March 2019 8:25 pm
Soul Mates & Muses
You found your
soul mate?
I’m genuinely
happy for you!
Mermaids
and unicorns
are more common
than soulmates.
Please, do the lost
and lonely among us
a favor of great
significance,
Make her
your muse
so we can
feel love too.
Sunday 10th February 2019 4:21 am
Soul Flames & Star Dust
I am sorry
to see you go,
but know you
will fare well.
You survived hell
and have a great
story to tell.
I know our paths
were meant to cross
and count your departure
as a big loss.
Even though you may
drift far away,
your essence remains.
Our lives are
forever changed
from your soul flames
and star dust.
Friday 8th February 2019 3:49 pm
The Enlightenment
We walk a
fine line in
our relationship
with others.
Words, powerful
as they are,
miss the idiosyncrasies
of body language
that convey sincerity
and good intention.
On the road
to enlightenment,
our muse sometimes
knicks old wounds
that the ego
rushes to protect.
Our responsibility
remains
with freedom
of expression,
to speak our truth
knowing some will ...
Thursday 31st January 2019 2:51 pm
About Us
Passion consumed
eventually fades.
Passion capped
pursues us
beyond the grave.
This revelation
helps me understand,
our encounter was
never about us.
It was about our muses
intertwined in the
world of words.
We were denied
the lasting passion
we searched for
so we could write
our soul songs
for seekers
to see
the ectasy
and despair
that accompan...
Sunday 20th January 2019 4:35 pm
Forever
Forever ago may seem
like 20 years of gray,
but I live forever every day.
There is no escape.
It's not the passion I miss,
I keep that memory sealed
in a concrete kiss.
It's the lyrical
soul connection
that went on months
before our egos
got in the way.
In the forever between
tears and heartbreak,
we managed
to find ourselves
and our destiny, here
on this pag...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 7:09 pm
True Love
Have I loved?
Yes, on the spectrum,
towards the sacrificial side.
Silencing my soul,
losing my identiy.
Endless nights
crying myself to sleep.
I sometimes think I would have
preferred an easy love
bouquets of rainbow colored daisies,
sparkling teeth,
a passionate love,
French kisses in Rome,
ruffled sheets,
a forever love,
hugs, holding hands,
finishing each other's sentences...
...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 12:19 pm
My Dopamine
Your words flow
though my veins
and light up my soul
like nothing
I've ever known.
Chemical alchemy.
Cosmic destiny.
Beyond comprehension.
From another dimension.
Steam. My dopamine.
Thursday 10th January 2019 12:54 pm
The Bleeding Edge
The razor thin space between
stimuli and response
is decision.
I decided to put a
romcom relationship
where love never ends
and be, just friends.
It was a defining decision.
He decided that without
certain stimuli, there would be
no response, just an end.
Tempting as it is to give in
to conditioned responses,
I'm riding the razor's edge
into a new frontier...
A pla...
Wednesday 2nd January 2019 6:57 pm
Naked Souls
Poetry is a
refuge for
a lonely life
the antidote
for pain
and strife
warm words
blanketing
a frigid night
tonic for thirsty sailors
drowning in an ocean
from which we cannot drink
To our deserted island we go
while the world
casts us loners,
introverts, quiet
weird, crazy...
Let them judge
as they wine and dine
in crowded rooms
on cell patrol
while w...
Wednesday 2nd January 2019 3:18 am
My Muse
You have come to visit me.
Welcome. I have missed you.
I often see you hiding behind the laundry,
patiently waiting until the neverending chores are done.
Then, when I finally sit down to talk,
you disappear like an unwritten dream,
leaving me speechless.
Today, for the moment,
you are here
and I have so much to say.
Won't you stay
and be my friend?
My Muse Replies:
"Yo...
Tuesday 18th December 2018 4:06 pm
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