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From Smiling Lips of My Muse: A Poem

Updated on July 25, 2017
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Val is a life-long student of the psycho-philosophy of living and a devoted practitioner of many techniques that enhance personal evolution.

She lulls me into my poetic trance

her whisper not always easy to perceive

but enough for rhymes and their rhythmic dance

and for another human story to conceive.


Wondrous is the magic of words at their play

with mind not understanding from where they are springing

and what in me composes what they are to say

like free-flowing lyrics in a carefree singing.


What in me insists on expressing my soul

lining every vibrant and meaningful letter

like in a rehearsal of a theatrical role

stumbling at first, but then getting better.


If my Muse happened to be a human

she might look like Madonna nursing her child

or maybe like an angel disguised as a woman

with that mysterious Mona Lisa smile.


There she goes again waving her good-bye

while I read this last verse from her smiling lips

I smile back at her with a trembling sigh

ending yet another of my poetic trips.

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 3 weeks ago from The Caribbean

      This expression of the connectedness between you and your muse is fascinating. Interesting that you visualize her physical form.