From the Lips of My Muse: A Poem
Oftentimes she lulls me into a poetic trance
her whisper not always so easy to perceive
but enough for rhymes, their rhythmic dance
and for yet another human story to conceive.
Wondrous is magic of words at their play
with mystery of where they are springing
and how they know what they want to say
like free flowing lyrics in carefree singing.
What in me insists on expressing my soul
lining every vibrant and meaningful letter
like in a rehearsal of some theatrical role
stumbling at first, but then getting better.
If my Muse would happen to be a human
she might look like Madonna with child
or like an angel disguised as a woman
with that mysterious Mona Lisa smile.
I see her again as she is waving good-bye
reading this last verse from her smiling lips
I smile back at her with this trembling sigh
while ending yet another of my poetic trips.