After the druggery of the day I retire to my cocoon of solice.. The Poet's lair The muse will not dance unless I summit to the wiles of the infinite everything.. Then.. the sounds of molodious phrase emerge from the shadows where apples may be oranges if you please.. I may even drain my consciousness into a wine glass and let the north wind sip the intangible nothingness of mortal mind-light and and disperse the enity of the me-you into the barren fields of starving hearts.. This I say..is the path to the Poet's Lair~
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
A bit of imaginative take on the poet's muse..And it's Friday!
Dear cafe were you having a glass of chemin de pape friday night or just an old mug of ye meade?
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAAug 11, 2012
Ty gnj'.. Just a lil levity into the mind set of the muse. Reads like someone found the crib notes of a lone Zen master high up in a cave somewhere.
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAAug 11, 2012
Hi Pink'.. Rainbow Cottage can be relocated to castle grounds where there is no property tax..
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAAug 11, 2012
TY Lucy.. May the Sip be with you..
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAAug 11, 2012
TY Odette'.. Feelin' good dear..The old north wind and me are old buddies..
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAAug 11, 2012
Ty LadyMorgan'.. Mortal mind-light..Don't know where that line came from..sounded cool.
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAAug 11, 2012
TY Redex'..A king of a comment..Thanks much dear.
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAAug 11, 2012
TY Ladybee'.. I have a special mug dear that is kept under castle guard. You must travel through and survive the seven caves of the Sipless Maiden..then you shall be granted a sip from the Lair's mug..
Comments (14)
...let the north wind sip the intangible nothingness of mortal mind-light... Simply delicious!
Nice write. How is the castle? Rainbow Cottage is a nice place to be, but it is nice you have your special place. Bless U.
consciousness into a
wine glass and let
the north wind sip
the intangible nothingness
Shades of melancholia here cafe...Some good lines.
I may even drain my
consciousness into a
wine glass and let
the north wind sip
the intangible nothingness
of mortal mind-light ..