The Muse and I
The Muse and I
There was a time
When the Muse Erato came often
Brought me from
A dormancy dreary of thought,
Brought me to
High points of my fancy and fun,
Held me close in
Her tender arms of rhapsody.
The years passed
And ink went dry within the pen,
And a harsh wind
Carried me with shrill Bacchus beats
To a dark despair
Not known since confusion of youth,
Until a new beginning
Carried me back to the daughter of Zeus.
And now I sit with pen
Poised to claim treasures that are mine
But find the poignant
Passage of Time has left me weary of Want.
All that might have been
Are now dreams filled with dancing specters
That laugh and mock me
With their metronomic ticks of passing years.
(Billy Ray Chitwood – March, 2015)
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http://billyraychitwood.weebly.com (Bio and Books)
http://www.about.me/brchitwood (Bio)
http://www.goo.gl/fuxUA (Independent Author Network – IAN)
http://amazon.com/author/billyraychitwood (Books)
https://www.goodreads/author/dashboard
http://twitter.com/brchitwood (@brchitwood)
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