Of Darkness And Light And Muses... A cautionary Tale

Two brilliant starburst artists
Loved by ones more staid and
Calm who provided the quiet yin
To their dazzling yang once
Met in glorious and emotive
Conversation which teased into
Besottment with the other
And their orgasmic Visions

Assuming lust for the other's art
To be a predestined call to love
they wandered through those elision
fields to a dark and erotic space
where they lit their
Roman candles to flash across
An ebony sky mistaking lust For love
Each hoping the other would provide
The perfect muse

In time they discovered to their
Dismay that neither had the
Soul to be the other's muse nor
The calming night to Illuminate
Their blinding light
Which alas could only be provided
By those they once felt
Too dreary to be of consequence




Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-09-28 at 13:04

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So true unfortunately SOME people never learn!:)
2015-10-06


Ivan R
This is about God and Satan, right? Or so it sounds, light and darkness in their rightly place in the mind of humans,
I love this one. It is rightly and strongly correct.
Questioning the false and right of two opposites ... which can of course never turn into one right.
Two wrongs don't make a right.
Love this poem, it says so much ... and asks so much further
2015-09-30


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A well-delivered parable, Joe. I like the light-night metaphor.
2015-09-29


countryfog
I'm still smiling at "besottment," what a wonderfully evocative word I've not heard in probably fifty years.

Cautionary indeed . . . more times than I would care to admit, in my younger days (and truth be told not so young), I was besotted with a woman, my lust for her my muse, writing poems then that now would make me cringe with embarrassment. But then they were part of the seducing and being seduced, and especially so when "she" wrote poems in kind, "Each hoping the other would provide / The perfect muse." More like perfect fools.
2015-09-28