Thank you for this...she certainly comes to life in your words. A reviewer noted this reminded her of Lilith but certainly this is Venus herself! I'd recognize her anywhere :D
Gene, you have removed the ermine stole from this, "San Francisco Mable Joy" -- denuded her treachery and deceit for all to recognize and glare upon -- for she walks the way of Pleasure House Road, only when she's a mind to -- she is as apt to spit in your eye as whisper sweet nothings into your ear -- you described the poet's lust for her with the wisdom of one who has danced with her when she wanted, and cursed her when she declined -- your work is the work of a master artisan -- to have the privilege of reading item is a gift to be taken not lightly -- bravo, bravo, seems so woefully inadequate --you have my enduring thanks for sharing -- may peace, love, and great joy share the light of day with you -- JMW
Gene - Perfect evocation of the muse. Nomatter how she is, she's all we've got. Though she's not true to us, we're true to her, frustration and all.
Loved the last stanza:
the muse is a tease
reach for her
stroke her
caress her
kiss her
fondle her
love her
she'll break your heart
a one-night stand
when you wake she's gone
Awesome work Gene....that elusive thought which waits for us within our muse of a friend....friend, teaser, lover, either way at times it is just like torture...
"La Belle Dame sans Merci" -- How often She leaves us "alone and palely loitering." We poets serve her, and bless her for the crumbs she drops from the riches of her--almost perceived--table.
Gene, I enjoyed this write very much (altho the font is very small for these old eyes)... you have a gift my friend...I love to read your work. hugs, lindalaw
she loves to tantalize, seduce and then.....she just loves the game!
splendid writing, Gene
Carole~
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on January 31, 2009
good gracious.....i felt like this was speaking sonorous of writing itself, of creation...but ever moreso than that: o f love. love is a deadly dry intangible. of loss---coping with the bulletwound left where a BEing carves a bygone. .. .
gawds, this actually hurt me to read.
so missed your sweet sweet words....
i mean words that wound....
i love the ache.
most days.
impaling write.
> <
ness
Interesting poetic analogies. How fleeting the moment of inspiration!
Like a dream upon awakening, poof! She is gone...
Thought through and through, this poem shows a reflective side to the poet's power of reasoning and passion for the art of being a wise wordsmith. Here Gene, is Gene(rous) with his clever poetic schemes, his verses swiftly lifting us above a cacophonous fray of literary bumblers, of which I scribe blindly like a tailless mouse along the ground with the rest, while literary raptors soar shrieking overhead.
Gene,
You carried me away here with the subtlest combination of wisdom, experience and humour; saying the muse is parsimonius (a favourite word - listen to its cadence) is like starting with an avalanche... and the rest is simply marvellous, a lover, a whore, a tease, a sleek and controlling cat all come to mind. Gorgeous!
John
Fickle, my ass. LOL Even fickle, she recognizes talent when she sees it: when she gives you mere crumbs, you concoct a veritable feast - well done, Gene!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier (Reader)
Reviewed on January 30, 2009
What a write Gene...the process it'll use you up...such a compromise of talent. language and frustrated thrills...we never start out to write a means to an end...but most times thats where we end, choking down our words...Great read
How touchingly sad and a real outlook on looking in the wrong places for love. Wise write my friend for if you can stop one man into falling into a pit of despair this poems is as priceless as I know it can be. Well done Gene and thank you for this wonderful eye-opening write. Love and hugs, Bonnie
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As always, you weave a beautiful tale........I enjoyed my friend.....
Peace and warmest wishes,
Bill
we sign her name in ink....forever returning to carress her tools
the pen in which we keep
FANTASTIC!! I Love This Poem Gene!!
Vickie
Loved the last stanza:
the muse is a tease
reach for her
stroke her
caress her
kiss her
fondle her
love her
she'll break your heart
a one-night stand
when you wake she's gone
-David
nice work...
Art Sun...
Cheers,
Dan
splendid writing, Gene
Carole~
gawds, this actually hurt me to read.
so missed your sweet sweet words....
i mean words that wound....
i love the ache.
most days.
impaling write.
> <
ness
EDWIN
Blessings, J'nia
Sandie Angel :o)
Excellent penning - languaged so well . . . !!
Best Always,
Lance
Myrna
Like a dream upon awakening, poof! She is gone...
Thought through and through, this poem shows a reflective side to the poet's power of reasoning and passion for the art of being a wise wordsmith. Here Gene, is Gene(rous) with his clever poetic schemes, his verses swiftly lifting us above a cacophonous fray of literary bumblers, of which I scribe blindly like a tailless mouse along the ground with the rest, while literary raptors soar shrieking overhead.
You carried me away here with the subtlest combination of wisdom, experience and humour; saying the muse is parsimonius (a favourite word - listen to its cadence) is like starting with an avalanche... and the rest is simply marvellous, a lover, a whore, a tease, a sleek and controlling cat all come to mind. Gorgeous!
John
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Joyce.