Idea suggested by @ChrisGNguyen.
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Lady
.
A silver emptiness
framed by faint wisps
of sepia hair,
my muse
has no face,
no longer leads me
with her eyes.
Leaning against
the Wedgewood teapot,
a cabinet card among curios,
she says nothing
about today,
keeps muttering
behind absent lips
about the dead
whose names and stories
I never learned—
Whole volumes,
endless words
spoken beneath
the range of hearing,
written white
upon white.
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Amusing .. I so loved the picture you paint …
For someone who felt a lack of inspiration, you’ve just blown me away with this wonderful poem! Love it.
Eloquent, elegant and delicate. A deeper than it first appears poem.
Excellent.
Lady Nyo
haha…great personification of the muse and the blank page….darn her….
I love this,delicate and beautiful!
what a muse she is 🙂 ~ so enjoyed this Matt ~ Lib ~ @Libithina
such eloquence
Nice post – sometimes she comes, sometimes she doesn’t.
The first stanza is wonderful imagery in words. Great write ~ Rose
You muse is one of beauty and grace, clearly.
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/06/21/beyond-the-portal/
Not sure how to interpret the ending, given your flexible use of language. I was very intrigued by the idea of the lady’s erased face and leading vision, which makes the second half extremely visually interesting. Fine work, Matt. And not a wasted word.
Eerie and faintly ominous muses are also usually inscrutable. That phrase “..she says nothing about today..” gels the poem perfectly, letting it glide like a white wisp to the whispered resolution of the ending. Fine writing, Matt–really good. You may be master of the short, cutting couplet, but you show here you are certainly not limited by it.
This is eerily beautiful — if that makes sense.
Great poem!
The sepia image fades to platinum glowing silver in its echoes of treasures, preservation, things once deemed important that now have lost their glamour and ability to inspire. This was layered, ambiguous and affecting. I liked it a lot. It’s a good poem. Thanks again for the compliments on mine. 🙂
Very nice. Great flow.
I have a lady like this in my life. Good flow. Good rhyme.
Thanks for all your thoughts! Thanks for reading the poem.
The muse and the blank page sometimes it can form, sometimes it can’t, great take on it.
This is lovely. Perhaps they go mute when we need them no more?
It’s like looking at a piece of fine porcelain. Beautiful.
Oh so lovely, the last stanza so delicate…white on white….bkm
What an Intriguing poem, your muse, the ghost element, the volumes spoken but unheard, i like that your muse, seems like an old wise woman, with the ‘sepia’ the ‘wedgewood teapot’, just the fact that she knows the dead, seems like a great-grandmother or something, really interesting idea, not the standard beautiful youthful ethereal muse, but a wise one who perhaps might mutter in riddles with her ‘curios’
Almost invisible…
As a writer of words, it frightens me terribly when my muse goes silent. The thought of having nothing left to say…. Yet, you paint this with amazing delicate picture with your anything but fading words, so beautiful, ethereal.
some lovely imagery here–you really can paint quite a picture with words.
Thanks all so much for your kind comments!
I really enjoy the images you paint in this poem, poemblaze. Very delicate nuances make it come to life.
Sounds like you’re talking about my fickle muse as well.
Nice one!