Editor's Note
April is National Poetry Month, and to kick off this annual celebration of rhythm and rhyme, I would like to share with you a special poem about awen -- poetic inspiration -- by one of our amazing blog staff writers, along with a special digital image that I created of my personal Muse, whom I met in a dream when I was in the third grade (during the 1976-1977 school year).
“Speak Poetry”
By Elizabeth Graves, Blog Staff Writer
Speak poetry, my friend, and let the words
resonate
Whisper verses, and hear the wisdom
contained
Sing songs, with verses as tender as a
mother's love
Write stories, and experience life's true
wonder.
Listen carefully, and hear the music of the
words
Let them enter your heart and your mind
Feel the power and the passion in the prose
As the poet speaks to your very soul.
The muse speaks, and her words are like
magic
Inspiring creation and artistry galore
Her whispers are full of wisdom and insight
For the poet who listens and draws near.
The muse is elusive, some say she’s a dream
Others, she is a guardian and a guide
A force of nature and inspiration for the
bard
Who sings, speaks, and writes day and
night.
Yet, the muse is a mystery, for some she's
a myth
A creation of the imagination, but I beg to
differ
For I've heard her speak to me in my dreams
And she's changed my life, forever and
ever.
In the quiet of the night, I hear her
singing
Her lyrics soothe me, and her words are
full of hope
Her melodies fill me with joy, and my soul
fills with wonder
The muse is a gift, she's my dearest friend
Her wisdom is a guide, and her love is
never ending
The muse sings, and my heart rejoices
For with her words I can do anything
There is no limit to what I can achieve
When she whispers, "Yes" in my
ear.
For the words of the muse are like a key
Unlocking the door to a world so vast
A world of possibilities, so many to choose
from
Where the voice of the poet is heard, loud
and clear.
The muse is a gift, without her I'd be lost
For she is my guide, my friend, my advisor
Her wisdom is a lamp in my darkest hours
Her words are a comfort, a warm embrace in
cold days.
The muse inspires me when I'm feeling low
Her words are like light in the darkness
Illuminating my path wherever I go
And when I write, magic happens.
The muse teaches me to see the world with
all of my senses
To look beyond the obvious, and explore the
depths of the world
To see beauty in the smallest details
And listen to the music hidden in everyday
life.
The muse fills my heart with joy, with love
and with hope
She guides me through the darkest of days
And when I speak, my words bring words of
love
For the muse is my inspiration, and I honor
her every day.
The muse is a gift from the Divine
She is a force of nature, and a voice that
cannot be silenced
She speaks to the heart, and she is never
wrong
For the muse is a true friend and an
eternal being.
For the muse is not just a source of
inspiration
She is a guardian, a guide
A true friend and a teacher
For the poet who listens and speaks the
language of the heart.
The muse is more than just a dream of the
imagination
She is a reflection of the soul, and she
speaks through the heart
She is a source of wisdom, knowledge and
inspiration
For the poet who opens their mind and
heart.
Above: Nausicaa, Princess of Phaeacia, was the author of the Urtext (earliest form) of Homer's epic poem, the Odyssey. In this digital image created by the Editor, she is writing a poem while seated on her royal throne in the great hall of her castle.
