the muse

August 7, 2014 at 5:49 pm 23 comments

~

~

the scent of Chanel still lingers,

though her pulse is no longer felt

she has left him in the darkness ~

robbing him of his capacity to create.

~

as he sits quietly on his stool

staring at nothing but his hands,

he tries desperately

to remember

the first moment she captured his mind…

~

it was so many years ago

when she opened the door ~

each curve captured his imagination,

gave him a purpose,

fueled his drive

~

but

~

now

she is gone for eternity,

time has robbed him

of his life ~

two hands forever empty,

his passion

no longer alive.

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~

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23 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Mark Baron  |  August 7, 2014 at 6:12 pm

    Heartbreaking!

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    • 2. words4jp  |  August 7, 2014 at 10:32 pm

      Thanks. This is not how it started out, but somehow, this is how it ended. It’s funny though, people see a love story and it is, but not between two people. This is what I enjoy about poetry – the ways in which we can interpret the words which have been written.

      Reply
  • 3. MichelleMarie  |  August 7, 2014 at 9:05 pm

    So sad for him whoever he is! Muses are hard to figure out! A man love sick for one is a sad man I think.

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    • 4. words4jp  |  August 7, 2014 at 10:23 pm

      As I was telling John, this piece did not start out this way. It can be interpreted in so many ways. For me, I do not see a person sick in love for another – I see someone who has lost his art. Whether it is the inspiration for his art or the ability to create it. Like hands that cannot hold brush, or eyes, which now are blind or a body which can no longer dance on a stage or ears which cannot hear music. I have no idea where this piece came from, it just came:)

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      • 5. MichelleMarie  |  August 7, 2014 at 10:37 pm

        Oh I love that! Yes I agree! I know someone that is this way! Really caught my attention! I love it! πŸ˜€

  • 6. polaris299  |  August 7, 2014 at 10:01 pm

    beautiful and heartbreaking

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    • 7. words4jp  |  August 7, 2014 at 10:19 pm

      Thank you. I started writing his awhile back. And it was totally different. A vignette. A moment where an artist contemplates what he has created after his model – muse had left the studio. But i stalled on it and several weeks after the fact I started thinking about it again, and it took a totally different turn.

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      • 8. polaris299  |  August 7, 2014 at 10:22 pm

        interesting, I saw a lover been left alone. to face the rest of his life without she who inspires him to be better.

        Loved it

        Cheers

      • 9. words4jp  |  August 7, 2014 at 10:25 pm

        I just responded to Michelle, who I believe sees the same thing. πŸ™‚ I see something totally different. Isn’t poetry amazing – all the ways to see and feel:). Thank you for your kind words.

      • 10. polaris299  |  August 7, 2014 at 10:31 pm

        It is amazing. With the new haiku I have been writing I frequently get people telling me that they saw x and what I was writing was Y

        and what you may think of as just okay, many others are going WOW! Like right now I am having a bunch of people go WOW over [alone forever] and I am only just minorly happy with it.

        A funny thing poetry is

      • 11. words4jp  |  August 7, 2014 at 10:33 pm

        I must run over to your hangout. I have been a bit spread thin lately – the summer/kid/driving/work thing. I have missed quite a bit of your work. Sorry about that. Here I come……..

      • 12. polaris299  |  August 7, 2014 at 10:34 pm

        roger that, hatches battened down

  • 13. Dom DiFrancesco  |  August 7, 2014 at 10:30 pm

    Well written, but very sad. 😦

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    • 14. words4jp  |  August 8, 2014 at 2:30 am

      I know. It didn’t start out that way. Honestly. I was just thinking about what happens when one loses the ability to do what it is they love to do. It is not really about losing a person, it is about losing the inspiration to create. And yes, this is sad.

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  • 15. Mytwosentences  |  August 7, 2014 at 11:53 pm

    Powerful… I don’t seem to be getting all your posts in my “Blogs I Follow” feed. Getting frustrating. I found the last one in Observations. I decided I needed to go e-mail with you so I don’t miss a thing.

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    • 16. words4jp  |  August 8, 2014 at 12:17 am

      Is going email like going steady? Sorry, I am being a bit giddy. Been a long day and I am thinking about what to write. πŸ™‚

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      • 17. Mytwosentences  |  August 8, 2014 at 12:22 am

        Yes, it’s just like going steady!! ☺ Long day for me as well and I too am awaiting inspiration.

      • 18. words4jp  |  August 8, 2014 at 12:27 am

        I will be leaving soon to pick up my younger son from work. I am hoping to catch something while driving, since this is where most of my work has been evolving – driving. I was thinking as I was driving – from taking him to work that ‘I am always getting lost and I am never being found’. This is the beginnings of something, I am still refining……:)

      • 19. Mytwosentences  |  August 8, 2014 at 12:31 am

        I like it. I can relate to your method although most of mine are on foot. It’s interesting how the words make their way into our brains isn’t it?

      • 20. words4jp  |  August 8, 2014 at 12:52 am

        I wish I could be in foot. I am when I am walking the pooch or if I am running, of which I have not due to no time. Next week life goes back to some degree if normalcy. Whatever that may be. πŸ’ƒ

      • 21. Mytwosentences  |  August 8, 2014 at 12:54 am

        I do not understand normalcy myself.

      • 22. words4jp  |  August 8, 2014 at 1:06 am

        That makes two of us!

  • 23. hitandrun1964  |  August 8, 2014 at 12:44 am

    I know the feeling. Your words are true. Absolutely true.

    Reply

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