Crane your neck outward.
Turn your face skyward.
Lift your head above the trees.
Breath in that purple sky
And the cool nighttime breeze.
Let your eyes shine the light across the tree tops.
From the moment the first beat drops.
The Muse grabs me,
Restraining my movements.
My vision unobstructed.
The Bones spread across the essay before me.
Let me show you what I see.
Music is my scrying glass…
It is my crystal ball…
When the melody is cut open.
Locked in a melodic trance.
Dangerous to be shaken out of,
Sleep walkin’ on the bass line
Floating up from her shores…
Hunch the shoulders.
Feel the pain in ya bones.
The twitch in ya muscle.
Wailing from the seduction.
Let me direct you to what I see,
It’s all too familiar to me.
As the beat creeps,
Bewitched and transfixed.
Eyes in disbelief.
Collapsed into the folds.
Buried in the beats.
The Muse come t’claim another soul.
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Reblogged this on Windows by malakhai.jones.
This is incredible, I can feel this dance in my bones.
Thanks for making me smile. It feels good to know someone connects with what you intend to evoke.
Happy to do so. I think that is the main point why most of us are here putting our words out there. You are a wonderful writer, you convey powerful emotions, and I look forward to more. 🙂
Muse and Music… Your words really reach me. Thank you for another musical and outstanding poem!
Thank you for the kind words manniqueen!
I’m glad I read this in reverse order. I have already read some of your writing inspired by music and this makes me think of how you must feel when a song gets under your skin and you are itching to write about it. Lovely!
Most of my stuff has a song or two to go with it. Check out jhene aiko’s song, blue dream, you’ve probably heard it before, but this what set the bars for the poem, “That’s what she said.” https://m.soundcloud.com/jhene-aiko-1/blue-dream
Thank you for reading it!
Thanks for sharing
I’d never thought of the muse in this dark light, primal, stalking, wanting to dance into and devour the life force of the host.
Is this a good or bad thing?
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