A Heart Touched, A Soul Moved

The Muse’s Visit

~*~*~

The song had not left
The tip of her tongue,
Had not been penned in ink,
Or thought out in blood,
Before it filled in her heart
The wondrous joy of its coming.

Never had she met one
She could adore more,
Than the voice of a Songbird,
Singing deep and sad lore,
Of her wisdom gained,
And lovers lost to time.

Nor ever did she feel complete,
Without her favorite tune
Playing on the radio,
Electric guitar, and drumbeats,
To take her high and bring her low,
And finally settle for acoustic strings.

The poetry bled from her pen,
Onto pages waiting to be read,
Words that wrote themselves,
And she watched in wonder,
As each quivering page after another,
Filled with the ink of her thoughts.

Her dear Muse paid her a visit,
Bringing songs from afar as gifts,
And taking a little of her soul,
In the form of penned thoughts,
And music strummed from her guitar,
As a gift to the world beyond.

~*~*~

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19 thoughts on “A Heart Touched, A Soul Moved”

  1. Now is the opportunity to comment on a beautiful life- song!

    The poetry bled from her pen,
    Onto pages waiting to be read,
    Words that wrote themselves,
    And she watched in wonder,
    As each quivering page after another,
    Filled with the ink of her thoughts.

    All the poets would jump onto say a loud nod on this one!!
    I feel we are blessed that we can create.. How un-lifely are the people who cannot do much of anything.. What a shame!

    Sending you big hugs for doing this for Potluck!!
    Hugs xoxox

    1. Thanks! I don’t compose, to be honest I am yet to learn how to play the guitar, but I am planning learn really soon. Have always wanted to compose, so hopefully someday.

  2. “The voice of a Songbird” … I could almost imagine that voice and …”The poetry bled from her pen” I could see those letters where they came from, and what a gift, incredible to read!

  3. if there is anyone I know can write, it’s you, Sonam! You have a way of piercing the reader’s heart with your words…the words may be melancholy, happy, angry, reflective…or anything!! But they most certainly touch the soul indeed…

    Thanks for writing this one for Potluck, my dear… it is just as amazing as you are!

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