my muse

 i was thinking of just the appropriate title to give my blog that will express what i really feel about life generally, how i feel when i log in and start typing, or when i pick my pen and a note and start writing down my thoughts as they flow, and those moments, which are not rare, when i just enjoy solitude and think of all i would love to do. then i stumbled upon the word ''muse" and gladly employed it. i've used ''muse"in one of my poems and a lot in my diary. i've always understood it partly as thought- as in musing, and partly as a source of inspiration - as in a designer's muse. i'm not yet a designer but i already have my muse. and today i got another more historical meaning of this sleek word. tada! the Greek nation is replete with different myths and legends of gods and goddesses and muse happens to be one among them. i enjoy myths and the Grecian rendition but as a christian, i'm wondering if it's right to enjoy all of those beliefs that characterized pagan stories. however, i take solace in the fact that it's the stories that i enjoy not the practices. i love stories more because it reflects history and history happens to be one of the subjects i have a soft spot for,that is, if i work hard to remember the dates. i'm begining to think my own muse is in poetry but it doesn't come from them greek deities, it's a gift from God.

inspirations can come from dreams too and here is one from me!

Birth of Experience

In my bloom
with white claded heart
I hurried past in black court shoes
looking neither left nor right

The field is green
young bloods in jerseys
hands outstretched; beckoning to me
I looked to the right but leftward they all swayed

The road is rough
the court shoes hurts
my steps no longer curt
ahead lay stubbles daring my heels
my ankle wobbles and leftward I fell


The ground is muddy
staining my heart; soaking into my pouche
like a troupe, they dawned on me
with brief long looks and short deep touches
that wasn't meant to cure

On solid grounds again
partly steady, partly giddy
white heart stained with tears, bruises, patches hand made
in pink court shoes, solid steps and calculated gaze
I stare at the horizon

She conquers!

simplistic yet exquisite that is!





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My Romance With Poetry

the first impression one gets on seeing the title of this post is that of a love affair, or isn't it? love affair or nah, i've come a long way as a poem enthusiast right from the days of "queens premier" when i was adored and spoiled rotten with Ribena as the only child in my class who can recite those verses off-hand. To be honest, i deserve all the attention and spoiling if only one knows the rigorous experience i have every weekend trying to memorize those verses. I was made to understand there's no place for averages..okay! enough of the trip down memory lane. you probably expect me to go ahead and start dishing out stories about an awesome encounter where a poet changed my life or where i won the noble poet prize if there's anything like that. but, no! my romance with poet has been a one-sided thing in my part. It can be likened to the unrequited love of an admirer who meticulously observes all the manners of his potential lover without trying to make a move yet because for one reason, he's a perfectionist. Never believing a move should be made till all the skills is mastered. So when my mates were busy composing poems in secondary schools and getting them published in school magazines, i watch from an angle intrigued on how artistic that one is,  and start comparing it already to something i had conceived earlier and abandoned because it wasn't good enough.

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