Sunday, 07 June 2009
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Desert of the Mind
Dredge this mind, Oh Muse, for I am no poet...
Desert of the Mind
by John “JAM” Arthur Miller
where art thou, oh beautiful muse?
somewhere deep inside me
where demons hoard gold
and dragons slay beauty
and castles loom large
against a neon sky
of penitence
can thou hear thy name, oh beautiful muse?
as my voice bleeds with the multitudes
of pleas from cacophony’s confusion
as we pull upon your locks and
tresses of inspiration which
glimmers in yon dragons’
eyes of avarice
can thou see the sparkling divinity, my muse?
can you hold wealth’s sultry wisdom in
thy harried grasp for grapes of wrath
where you trample deserts of arid
drought and enemies of mind
unleashing Pandora’s smile
upon the hope of barren
landscapes of utter
desolation…
Behold: the desert of the mind blooms in joy!
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Comments (2)
I'm jealous, I could never write like this.
@MyHomeIsWriting - For writing stories I would say it just takes practice and having others critique your work, but this is poetry and I seldom have others critique it. I'm sure my poet friends (who are MUCH better than me) would find things to critique about this making it better/stronger. I think that is the key for writing and/or poetry: critiques. In front of every book is a list of names of those who helped read and critique the works of novelists; it's just how things are done. While I haven't had someone critique this, I have witnessed and read the work of poets at my private web office, watching how they make things stronger. Maybe that is why this piece if halfway decent (or maybe not even decent at all... I don't know).
But I thinak you very much!!