The Muse and Me
words-sometimes poetic, sometimes harsh, always real
Monday, June 12, 2023
Monday, December 12, 2022
5,048
it's funny how easily mishaps in the day
can spiral into grief
how something as simple as a broken dish or
a faulty faucet
can send you reeling
missing how things used to be
and the people who used to be
i watched an interview with an old Appalachian women
she took me back to my old life
the one i loved the most
the one i miss the most
when living day to day was its own reward
but it's too late to go back
too much has changed
i have changed
grown older less able
and i'm on my own these days
5,048 of them
smc
dec. 12. 2022
Sunday, November 6, 2022
what "womanhood" means - an essay by Mirela Bitoi
Sunday, October 16, 2022
i am like the moon
waxing, waning, growing, and going
i am like the moon
cycling with her phases
simply because i am woman.
my light waxes and wanes
sometimes blossoming into fullness
shedding light in abundance
sometimes receding
disappearing into the shadow land
until it is time to reveal myself again.
and like the moon
i will enchant with my light
brightening the path to help you find your way
while keeping your secrets safe in the dark.
i am like the moon
the muse of poetry and erotica
and if you look closely
you will see the face of the goddess.
s. cooper
Wednesday, September 28, 2022
settle up - author unknown
Thursday, September 22, 2022
the freedom of the crone
"If you want to be a bad ass sexually empowered woman, embrace your inner hag.
Tuesday, September 20, 2022
chemistry or alchemy
Chemistry or alchemy?
Saturday, August 20, 2022
i never knew
i came across this piece of writing the other night as i was going through a notebook. i have a habit of writing thoughts down whenever they come and wherever i can find paper and pen at the moment. this was written some months ago...
i never knew
there was a time when i thought i was whole.
i thought i didn't really need what i now find i do.
i thought if i tried hard enough i could convince myself that love and passion weren't necessary, that something must be wrong with me, that these needful feelings would fade and i could adapt like so many women i knew. i really hoped this was true.
you proved to me it wasn't. i never knew how much woman i could be until i became her with you. i never knew the power in me until you unleashed it. only with you did i become the untamed lioness and queen.
until you i never knew.
Friday, August 5, 2022
grieving all things
it is nearing my 67th birthday. i'm not sure how i feel about this. part of me is mourning the passage of time and how little seems to be left considering most of my life is now behind me. in my mind i have always told myself i'll live to be a ripe old age of 88. in reality i know the odds of that a slim considering my health issues. the other part of me is grateful for the time i have had and have left and that i am still capable of looking after myself and having somewhat of a life, although not quite the one i would like.
i mourn the life i knew at one time...the country life, growing my own produce and living more naturally and happily. i know i can never go back and in some ways i wouldn't want to. but i get down because there are things i cannot do alone. things i want to do. i sometimes feel i have no support, no one to help. well actually that's not a feeling, that's the truth of it. and i often don't mind being alone. in fact i sometimes prefer it. but i don't like feeling alone. i admit, there are times when i greatly miss having a partner to not just share the load, but to feel supported.
tonight i felt as if i were mourning my past life, my current life, those i have lost in life and those i'm on the verge of losing. it doesn't help that covid is still a major factor in outings and living in a small town offers little of interest. maybe i'm just focusing on the negative tonight. all i know is i feel overwhelmed and dismal. all i want to do is eat, cry and smoke a cigarette. the latter i won't do but not doing it is why i've gained wait and gaining weight is why i'm hating on myself.
i want this coming birthday week to be a good one, one of celebration. right now that feels impossible.
Saturday, June 25, 2022
Saturday, April 16, 2022
Poem: Mário de Andrade - The Valuable Time of Maturity
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I counted my years and realized that I have less time to live by, than I have lived so far. I have more past than future. I feel like that b...
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Do the risky thing no matter what happens—there is far less regret in living life through action, rather than just in our heads. When we don...