A Visit from the Muse
I had a visit
from my muse last night. The muse of poetry, Calliope.
This is not the
first time Calliope has visited me….
Calliope met me
as she always does, in the land of nod. She whispered words in my ear as I lay
in bed. Glorious words, in dulcet tones.
As Calliope
whispered her words to me my brain transcribed them, writing them in cursive
script, in jet black ink, on crisp white pages of thought.
I remember three
distinct, different poems being read to me, different topics, and different
subjects. Some of the poems were in rhyming couplets, some in prose.
Of
course, in truth, I do not know if my subconscious mind created those words and
recited them to me, or if I really do have a muse that gives me inspiration.
Do the poems
come from Calliope? Should she take the credit for what I physically write?
It is an
interesting phenomenon, to have inspiration come when between the realms of
awake and asleep. I remember seeing this interview with Paul McCartney in which
he talks about how he wrote the song “Yesterday”…..
When I originally
saw this video, I could not understand what Paul McCartney was talking about.
Now it makes complete sense to me.
Perhaps the
poems I heard will come to me in thought and appear here. Perhaps they are for
my brain alone.
Time will tell.
I think I should keep a notebook by my bed to write down the words that come to me, from whatever source. Of course, if
I wake myself up to write them down, I may lose the connection with my muse.
I wake myself up to write them down, I may lose the connection with my muse.
Thank you
Calliope, wherever you are. Please visit again soon.
“…I couldn’t
have written it, 'cause I just dreamed it.”-Paul McCartney
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