Fugitive Fragments

by Mike McGuire

Muse

Three Rivers Press2 (CA)

Something in the way she smiles
Sends vibes that feel so transcendental
Blonde with bright gapped smile and blue eyes
The musos fought for her heart
Composing her songs with art.

Something when a guitar weeps
Intense with riff or pulsed stucatto
Warfare waged with warm words winsome
They begged her to take their hand
She slipped them like grains of sand.

Something still about her now
Alone and listening to her anthems
Something in her smile still shows me
When she’s near composers write
She’s still Wonderful Tonight.

Something in her knowing eyes
Sent out a wave of inspiration
This plebeian poem limps lowly
Remembering Layla’s air
My poetry cannot compare.

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24 thoughts on “Muse

  1. In case I haven’t told you, I adore the way you put words together. It’s not jumping obvious, and not all the time, but there’s a uniqueness that just works, and your writings read so classy because of it. :-)

    And what a muse! I’ve had them too. Somebody should write a study about that complex kind of infatuation, where you adore them but there is that sense of burning competition because they are just so brilliant and you wish you could match it.

    Love. ♥

    • I am overwhelmed by your appreciation of my work. Indeed, it gave me the inducement to contemplate my efforts to date holistically rather than judging myself on my most recent pieces. I sincerely thank you for this commendation.

      I believe that it’s less a matter of how the muse affects us and more about how we perceive the muse.

      • “it’s less a matter of how the muse affects us and more about how we perceive the muse” – I suppose you’re right. I always get carried away treating the muse as a sentient entity. Maybe because that’s the ‘perception’ that lets me flow the easiest. ;-)

  2. Maybe no coincidence that the first few lines brought me here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXfPHISW10o. And so the muse grows…great show.

  3. Clever. I like it, and got it right away too! :)

  4. I had to go away…to look her up…and then come back (being a lover of bass, Jack Bruce is more my man)…for a supposedly “plebeian poem” it seems mighty fine to me!

    • Kind words thank you. Bruce is a seriously dedicated muso from classical to jazz and also a Clapton collaborator, but John Entwistle takes the biscuit/scone/whateva. Check out Tal Wickenfeld on youTube – small woman, big bass – ex Sydney.

      • I already have (I noticed you mentioned her previously..perhaps on twitter?)…she’s now in my Rdio collection and has been recommended on to my jazz loving friends (thanks for the tip).😊

  5. And now I have to go and listen to all those songs. I tried singing your poem to ‘Something’s air but couldn’t quite force it to work!

    • Only the David Gilmour’s of the world can get away with singing poetry Dara (see previous post) and the music associated with this poem is easy on the ear whenever it’s played. Add Clapton’s ‘Bell Bottom Blues’ to your playlist too – I couldn’t manage to work it into this piece with the others.

  6. Her’s was truly a face that launched a thousand riffs…

  7. she was is an original…
    Helen’s right…a good tribute to her…
    Take Care,…
    )0(
    maryrose

  8. Wonderful! A very fitting tribute to a real life muse!! :) :)

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