Ode to a passionate muse

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In my darkest days you are the first
glow of dawn that lights the sky,
your pain is as though splitting ofΒ 
seashell that hems in understanding.

I am muse, I am song, yet I am woe
which others reckon their own,
as unadulterated heart I am sound
of the sea crashing upon rocks.

I wish to write words to delve deep
into the poetic mind and retrieve
irrevocable nothings that touch,
hear and taste a world which keeps
me from being myself.

I, am forever bound, to ameliorate
agony of knowing desire better.

 

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β€œI am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want
to better.” – Frida Kahlo

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60 Replies to “Ode to a passionate muse”

  1. That is often the way that we know ourselves best. I just wish she didn’t have so much unhappiness in her life to go with the pain. However would she have painted so well without that stimulus? Great poem Sanaa.

  2. ‘I wish to write words to delve deep
    into the poetic mind and retrieve
    irrevocable nothings that touch,
    hear and taste a world which keeps
    me from being myself’
    Oh yes, me too, Sanaa!.

  3. As often the case I find that your poems land in the best conclusion…
    the agony in the end… what a muse.

  4. What we are to others can be so varied, as you made me think with, “I am muse, I am song, yet I am woe
    which others reckon their own,”
    that the problem of identity can be a source of pain in itself.

  5. your pain is as though splitting of
    seashell that hems in understanding.

    wonderfully delightful and startling image – it’s very lovely for the play of juxtapositions

  6. “I, am forever bound, to ameliorate agony of knowing desire better.”

    These lines alone say it all!

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