A new year
Gather your flowers
Your essential nine
Walk through the garden
And maybe you think:
What shall I write about today?
If this is so, I need Erato
How can I stimulate her?
How can I convince her?
She needs to be plucked from the garden
To bloom and glow in my vase
As she basks in my admiration
And I am able to create
As her essence and odor permeate
And the brain-fingers coordinate
Necessary for translation onto the page.
Perhaps you think:
Today is a good day for History
Only Clio can help me produce
An extraordinary work of mystery
Flattening yourself on the ground
Gently stroking her stem, her leaves
Before severing her from the moist earth
And setting her into the vase
Next to Erato who is showing signs of
Brown edges and straggly leaves.
And so it goes, nine times
But one of the flowers understands
A magical flower
Who is helpless and will be plucked
And used like the rest of her sisters
But after all
They are goddess flowers
Will live again because
They hold the power over
Those who a-muse themselves
Who are merely the bees stealing nectar
From the Muse who is a vector of
Beauty and Truth
© 2015 ViataMaja, Poezija