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Muse Chronicles: Sly Polyhymnia

Posted in Muse Chronicles, Poems, Writing with tags , , , , on April 22, 2008 by vee1987

The second part of my poetic series, The Muse Chronicles

Polyhymnia was the Muse of Rhetoric. She was said to have brought fame to those who invoked her to aid their writing.

Sly Polyhymnia consists of two poem, In Sooth and The Act.

In Sooth

Come, come hither
Under the sun, sit with me

Lend thee a curious ear
Well will ye be rewarded

For your time
And for your pen

Sly Polyhymnia

Posted in Muse Chronicles, Poems, Polyhymnia, Writing with tags , , , , on April 22, 2008 by vee1987

The Act

To a thinking mind, I myself attach,
And organize the thoughts therein.
Trembling hands, a soft word: details to match,
Ignoring her would be a sin.
Such a concept even simple minds catch.

There is little to me,
Give me no countenance.
What I am is nothing you can see,
I am of little substance,
And merely energy.

To the mind I find
I give myself completely.
Leaving my old self behind
Without charging a fee,
Not even expecting to be repaid in kind.

To the mind I inspire
Such great fire
That causeth many a buyer
To flock to the mire
Where I dwell

[Retire]

Muse Chronicles, Urania’s Reflections

Posted in Muse Chronicles, Poems with tags , , , , on April 14, 2008 by vee1987

The first part of a series of poems, The Muse Chronicles, dedicated to and about the 9 Greek Muses.

Urania was the Muse of astrology and astronomy. And is aligned with philosophy and the heavens.

Urania’s Reflection consists of three poems: Wisdom, Definition Muse, Distractions.

Wisdom:

To sit on a mountaintop
Alone,
But not lonely

The stars
Reflect your ideas
If you let them

Urania’s Reflections: Definition Muse

Posted in Muse Chronicles, Poems, Urania with tags , , , , , , , on April 14, 2008 by vee1987

Definition Muse

A Muse is nothing and everything
No one ever wonders their story
And the Artist so demanding
The Muse must be energetic
Enthusiastic, ever helping

Or else be cast in the Mud

A Muse must be ever self-sacrificing
Molding, adapting to the
Every whim of the one they’re inspiring
Or risk being called cruel and fickle
Simply teasing

A Muse cannot be Earthly
Or humanly pleasures pursuiting
They must be lofty, ambiguously mysterious
Else the image fall shatt’ring
To the ground

And the beautiful Creature that be clamouring
Be called Fraud

Urania’s Reflections: Distractions

Posted in Muse Chronicles, Poems with tags , , , , , , , , on April 14, 2008 by vee1987

Distractions

The world has changed
The Artist with it

More gadgets
Less creativity

More lights equals
Fewer ideas

Other peoples creations fill the mind
Leaving no room four our influence

No escape
Nowhere to be alone

No place
To think quietly

No time
To develop anything