The ancient muse who
comprehends
the unexpected ebb and
flows
and language where all
language ends
relieves the snow with
spring’s amends
while keeping steady in
repose.
That ancient muse does
comprehend
the breath between two
souls transcends
tornadic tangoed lovers’
throes
and language where all
language ends.
More fragile than the mind
intends
(while hide and seeking) to
disclose
the ancient muse does comprehend
the cages made to
self-defend
but gently coaxes out from
those
in language where all
language ends
a whispered, “yes.” The heart extends
a slow-unfolding gossamer
rose
to the ancient muse who
comprehends
the language where all
language ends.
The repeating line "language where (all) language ends" was taken from Rainer Maria Rilke's poem, "On Music", which arrived in my inbox through Every Day Poems on Tuesday April 14.
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imagery with this line is outstanding:
ReplyDeletea slow-unfolding gossamer rose
(it's been a slow leak, this losing of my own self. and not only my ability, but my desire, to write, both have slipped, seeped, scattered. so, you speak of a muse and language and heart - some medicine for me. thank ye.)
you've had so much life in your hands these past weeks. when you have the chance to still i know the words will come. happy to bring you some relief. much love.
DeleteMichelle, I really am enjoying your villanelle. Every time I read it I see something else that pulls me in. The rhythm is easy and I'm wondering if you've thought of putting it to music? ;) I do have few favorite lines. "tornadic tangoed lovers’ throes" is one. Also "cages made to self-defend." Yes, that muse - s/he's a perceptive one! ;)
ReplyDeletedonna, i have not thought of putting it to music...i'll let that simmer a bit and see if the inspiration strikes. :-) so glad i could bring you some joy~as i received when reading yours!
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