A Call to my Muse

A Call to my Muse

Typically in poetry, the poet may call out to his or her Muse for inspiration in writing their poetry. I like all poets have my own - the Grey Muse. Enjoy and feel free to leave any comments about this poem - I'd love to hear what you think about this poem.

The Grey Muse

Screech ye Furies of frustration – how much have you been prevented from saying?

Sing you sirens of sadness – let your tears fall like grey raindrops on poetry’s idyllic utopia

Cackle you imps of ire – let your forks of anger prod my pallid, unfeeling flesh

And rise ye denizens of despair – may you reign over humanity for many a year.

Too long have you all been shackled, hidden in the dark depths with your mistress….

The Grey Muse

Rise up once more my queen

Take your throne.

Banish happiness and joy, excitement and pleasure, those fakeries and fraudsters

May your darkness, the truth, reign forever more.

Introducing A.Poet

Introducing A.Poet

Cellophane, Mr. Cellophane shoulda been my name

Mr. Cellophane 'cause you can look right through me

Walk right by me and never know I'm there

These lyrics from Chicago sum up who I am in a nutshell - the invisible passer-by, the never noticed, and the never to be noticed. Nonetheless, I want to share my poetry with you, to give you an idea of who I am. You'll probably notice that I write predominantly about very sad issues and feelings - I'll try to occasionally add some happiness here, but I do not regret talking about sadness because I want to share with you who I am and how I feel and to be of comfort to others who think of themselves in the same way. But more than all that, perhaps by writing this poetry, I'll become a little less invisible. Please feel free to comment on my poetry, I'd love to hear what you think.

That's all for now, 

A.Poet