I remember the reap and feasts
I remember you.
There is a line of crimson-curled poesy
working deep inside
and it’s biting at my ribs
to be let out–
(this is Awen–when muse strikes and you are helpless before it.)
oh I’m trying to live.
I’m trying to be real.
It’s not like anything else I know.
4 responses to “Awen”
being real…this sounds like my Hollywood son……he loves being real:). (They analyzed the movie Almost Famous movie in film class in college – he has been on a ‘search for real’ ever since!!!)
That is awesome, I wish his much luck on his quest…it isn’t easy!
A muse can cause havoc any time she feels like it.
don’t we know it!