the muse

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The ancient muse who comprehends

the unexpected ebb and flows

and language where all language ends

relieves the snow with spring’s amends

while keeping steady in repose.

That ancient muse does comprehend

the breath between two souls transcends

tornadic tangoed lovers’ throes

and language where all language ends.

More fragile than the mind intends

(while hide and seeking) to disclose

the ancient muse does comprehend

the cages made to self-defend

but gently coaxes out from those

in language where all language ends

a whispered, “yes.”  The heart extends

a slow-unfolding gossamer rose

to the ancient muse who comprehends

the language where all language ends.

The repeating line “language where (all) language ends” was taken from Rainer Maria Rilke’s poem,”On Music”, which arrived in my inbox through Every Day Poems on Tuesday April 14.  

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