Trust
Loving and trusting go hand in hand
Because love without trust is nothing but sand
A trust betrayed could undo what’s been done
And shatter a friendship that’s been hard-won
A Muse of some sort is necessity
for a poet to reach past the norm
The muse itself takes a number of shapes
The best of mine takes female form
Inspired to the point that this poet has trouble
in keeping up with the flow
and can only snatch bits and pieces
as the images come and go
That’s a good thing, not bad, for the poet
When he finds himself riding the flow
The result is immeasurably better
than something pedantic ’bout snow
The poet trusts the Muse to deliver
the path to where beauty lies
While the Muse trusts the poet to be prudent
About just what it is she supplies.
dkirkstokes 
Since I haven’t done much reading of other poets yet, much (if not most) of my writing has been inspired by the guidance of a very close friend. Suffice it to say that she is a lover and writer of poetry too, and I have been her Muse as well. We’ve collaborated on occasion. She’s a married woman and I’m a bachelor, and small-town gossips assume hanky-panky at the drop of a hat, but her husband understands our relationship, which goes back decades. Nevertheless we keep it to ourselves to protect the innocent.
I understand that deep friendship that comes over words – sometimes all that other stuff gets in the way.
To have a muse close at hand like that must be wonderful.. I’m not sure I have a muse.. but rely on writing and reading a lot.. the nice little rhymes here strengthen the way you get inspired by your muse.
The woman I referenced was my inspiration soon after I started writing poetry. I also have other muses, as I see it. I’m inspired by nature and life in all its forms; there are also other female friends of a similar, though not so influential, nature. Nature is probably my biggest inspiration. Reliable. I may be a bit broad in my definition.
The rhymes do not overwhelm but gently lead one through this, like a good friend. And so wise, be prudent!
Thank you. It’s remarkable how little it takes to get tongues wagging in a town where everyone knows everyone else. It would be funny if it wasn’t so inconvenient. : )
I know. I lived in a couple of small towns and there were good points but….I’m glad to be tucked into this area of a small town where nobody knows my business. Or as my husband was want to say about small towns….ahem….even the color.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
~William Shakespeare
Perfect.
Gentle write my friend – we get to know our muses very well… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
I can relate to the muse, smiles ~ But more than the muse, is the habit of writing everyday, nothing great or fantastic, just small output to keep the muse humming a tune ~
I agree, but some days it’s just not in me. It’s like my archery; I shoot simple stick-and-string equipment, very mental, and I’m (ahem) expert at it. As good as I am, some days I can’t hit diddly. As a poet, I’m still flinging arrows all over the place.
Yes, I think we do need a muse of some sort. It may be a person or may not be. But there has to be some incentive for us to begin writing in the first place. And whether applied to poetry or not, I agree that ‘loving and trusting go hand in hand.’ In fact, I couldn’t agree more.
Yes, that’s one of those across-the-board things.
so true… there is work involved
Also so true.
Love is a muse to me that comes in all sizes and shapes and truly mostly
the fairer gender for me.. but my wife understands and trusts me and truly
trust is all that counts.. as muse for me is love in all ways.. and always innocent
for me..at least.. and the more mused i am the more i create.. and i for one
am one mused one..in love for all i love..:)
Haha- I can relate. I have a stack of “love” poems that haven’t seen much daylight, just very limited distribution. I only share them with people who understand.
This is fantastic…love that last stanza’s description of trust between the poet and his muse…so much implied within those lines 🙂
: )
Indeed – I am not sure if you joined my prompt earlier this year – it could have been so fit to the theme. Well done.
Yes, I did. This would have worked there as well. However, I went in a different direction and wrote “Madness”, about the irony of killing in the name of religion.
I see – now I remember, thanks – and please forgive my memory.
I didn’t remember either, I had to go back to look. : )
Great opening and closing.
Muse is something I am yet to completely identify with – I really want to experience. Or maybe I am still learning to identify with it?? I am not too sure and your poem leaves great food for thought.
Pardon me for getting a bit metaphysical, but I think a muse finds you when you are ready and receptive. I began to get inspiration from the world around me when I allowed it to happen by opening myself to the possibility. Not an original thought, I know, but it was a challenge for me, given my background. Someone or something that stirs and inspires me profoundly fits my definition. You know when it’s special. Offered as a rank amateur.
I understand the thing about close friendships – not relationships – with the opposite gender, and how the gossips have a field day. I have a male colleague and we get on so well as we have similar personalities and the same sense of humour. However our close friendship – which is confined to the workplace – is viewed a suspicious by those who have nothing better to do than be/are, jealous?
Kind regards
Anna :o]
I’ve been there, Anna. I enjoy the company of intelligent women more so than most men, which can be problematic for a heterosexual bachelor. : )