i search for her..

breeze sweeps the desert
dust rises with its turns 
shrouding the backdrop 
and my skin completely 
its gusts gain more power 
revealing treasure trunks 
buried deep in its bowels 
calls me to claim its gems 
to me, it does not matter 
for I know it holds truth 
that I have seen before 
a vessel of true knowledge 
I wait, for love is fervent 
like a river in fine flow 
my muse, she will come 
to open this chest of life 
a silhouette beckons me 
the chest lies open now 
near to it a silver cloak 
with a residue of sand 
the third eye can’t see 
her child like face, orfeel 
the kiss she blows 
to my words in breeze
as her laughter echoes 
in mind’s barren desert 
inspiration will be born 
from her treasure chest

Shared @ The Sunday Whirl , D’Verse Poetics , Sunday Scribblings and Carry On Tuesday.

© Leo (28th August, 2011)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

45 thoughts on “i search for her..”

  1. Using the trunk as a treasure chest holding mistress muse is inspired, Leo.  Shrouding is a great word.  Your new blog looks sharp…I'm loving this font.

  2. ah she can be such a fickle lady…the muse…and we all long for her…never see her but when she starts to breathe upon us with her flower scented breath and her lips unchain and let us forget our barriers….well…everything's possible…smiles…enjoyed your poem leo

  3. Indeed she can be, Claudia. Very obstinate too. She is within us, and yet very far that we have to long for her, search for her presence at times.. And when she is near, her breath exudes exuberance and love and fervent through our own breaths.. anything & everything is possible then for sure! Glad you enjoyed the poem. 

  4. The chest/trunk holds inspiration, that mistress muse does open, Brenda. Glad you liked the poem & my blog. Its not a "new" blog though. I started here b4 going to WP; now restarted here that's all.

  5. Ah, your muse is hard to pin down..a little sea sprite I imagine floating around with treasure chests…leaving hints and clues to find them..lovely..Jae

  6. Oh yes, she is quite the girl, Jae. Very hard to control, but without her, inspiration doesn't arrive at all. Glad you liked it.

  7. smiles…may she come and burst that chest in an overflow of her goodness Leo…really like the look of this place…the laughter echoing in the desert is a fine touch…

  8. Wonderful description of that quest for writing inspiration we all undertake.  I'd say your muse definitely helped you unearth a gem or two with this one. 🙂

  9. Leo, I honestly feel that the whole point of a wordle response is to disguise the wordle words, hide them so that no-one can spot them.  That said, you have made a poem with a good flow of thought.

  10. I don't show the wordle image in the post right. So I felt highlighting the words in the Wordle would be good 🙂 I'm glad you liked the flow and the poem, Viv.

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