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Lying In Wait






The Museum pays 10 Shillings
for 2 muses
So I built this trap,
filled it with muse food


I put in some friends of minimalists
one of picassos mistresses
bukowskis fiance
a book on psychological revolution
a compilation album
from the bad boy label
a collection of poetry
filled with ambiguity


I put it all under a large enough box
propped it up with ego on one side
and insecurity on the other


I sat under the closest tree
and waited and watched
till I saw this butterfly


I made silence in my mind
sat still breathed deeply
held out my hand
waited on the butterfly to land








Comments

  1. Brian MillerNovember 9, 2010 at 8:19 PM

    that was sweet...love me some butterflies as well...guess the muse skipped your trap and came straight to you...

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  2. faithNovember 9, 2010 at 8:54 PM

    So, that's how it's done! :)

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  3. hedgewitchNovember 9, 2010 at 9:00 PM

    Revealing and eloquent self portrait. Watch out for Bukowski's fiance, tho. I hear she steals poems.

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  4. AnonymousNovember 9, 2010 at 9:48 PM

    I enjoyed this a lot! Fun poem yet deep and gentle at the same time.

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  5. moondustwriterNovember 9, 2010 at 10:12 PM

    Now I know why you have so many great poems - a personal Muse catcher hmmm
    ya know we could market them

    Great One Shot my friend

    smiles from the Moon

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  6. wanderer and vagabondNovember 10, 2010 at 12:07 AM

    I made silence in my mind,
    YOur silents breathes in me,
    pulls me back,
    holds me up.
    and urges me to move on...

    your poem made me write these down...words that I think I wish I could tell a special one...but I dare not...for I might hurt the angelic soul...

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  7. Steve IsaakNovember 10, 2010 at 5:10 AM

    Clever, fun, abstract, intriguing.

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  8. Ben LanghinrichsNovember 10, 2010 at 9:08 AM

    That was excellent! I love the idea of a muse trap, but especially the clever bait you used. I'm glad the butterfly fluttered by.

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  9. Adam Common, PoetNovember 10, 2010 at 10:13 AM

    Great work! This is why I follow you. Clever writing is certainly your strong point sir.

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  10. Laura LynnNovember 10, 2010 at 12:54 PM

    We need to get together to trap my muse! :)
    Great piece. I really enjoyed it. I especially love.....I made silence in my mind
    sat still breathed deeply
    held out my hand
    waited on the butterfly to land.....moving!

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  11. BubbaNovember 10, 2010 at 1:08 PM

    How much is a shilling worth in U.S. currency? A quarter? A nickel?

    Good luck catching Muses, Theron - they can be devilishly evasive! (Nice One Shot!)

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  12. LiliNovember 10, 2010 at 1:51 PM

    muse food... what flavor is that?? ;>

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  13. ClaudiaNovember 10, 2010 at 2:47 PM

    seems the muse trap worked..
    i love the idea of this and how you carry it out...also love the line
    propped it up with ego on one side
    and insecurity on the other

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  14. dustusNovember 10, 2010 at 6:31 PM

    "propped it up with ego on one side / and insecurity on the other..." such blunt from the gut lines that balance a wide range of references reading like music.

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  15. BeachannyNovember 10, 2010 at 9:57 PM

    I liked this...and I liked this best "I put it all under a large enough box
    propped it up with ego on one side
    and insecurity on the other"--'cause that's what poets are made of...Thanks, very clever. Gay @beachanny

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  16. Shashidhar SharmaNovember 11, 2010 at 9:34 AM

    Dear Theron
    Its beautiful. I loved your slow developing the plot... and your words
    "I put it all under a large enough box
    propped it up with ego on one side
    and insecurity on the other"
    Thanks for sharing...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
    Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com

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