With us today is poet Ricardo Mejías. Here is a little taste of his poetry, plus his perspective on muses.
There’s a spectrum of writing that’s not dictated by
forethought but is inspired; a euphoric process, the words produced are raw and
messy at best. These thrashings are often the closest one will ever get to
capturing the spirit of a meaning, an emotion or thought; brief, butterfly
moments, as sporadic as they are unreliable.
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But there is a dark side to this.
Once an artist has created something beyond oneself, the person will inevitably
seek to repeat—or worse, exceed it. To peel
the layers of dirt and discover the rare ores of the soul is not an act one can
only perform once. The problem lies in our inability to control it.
And so we enter the Muse.
She is a creature of necessity. If we cannot control how our inspiration
arrives, perhaps we can seek the bridge by which it travels. The Muse is a means to connect with our deepest self but She is, by nature, set apart
from the artist. Without this separation She is impotent. The artist must never
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Such is the tragedy
of the relationship. Such is the beauty.
1.
You are
a cold drink on hot summer days.
Waiting for the breeze to crawl,
the heat hanging like laundry on a clothesline.
Just a sip, enough to wet the tongue.
Firm grip on a glass of rain,
not quite sated,
but never parched.
2.
I'm searching for my Muse who once sang to me a soft lullaby of stories with heartbreak and unhappy endings, teaching me the gift of grief; for in sorrow, there bears a tragic love as raw and tender as the naked heart.
3.
In the quiet window of the night
there is nothing but the mind's hushed thoughts,
carefully moving across the squeaky floorboards of my brain in thick
winter socks,
but making enough noise to keep you awake.
To keep me awake.
To keep me thinking of you.
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4.
Can you capture the spirit,
feel the heat of its smile
and see its color through the shine,
or can a glimpse be enough to quiet these thoughts of mine?
Thanks for these fascinating poems, Ricardo, and your take on the elusive muse! A pleasure to have you visit us on Writing in the Modern Age! :)
Readers, get your copy of Ricardo's great book poetry today! ;)
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Poet Bio
Ricardo Mejías discovered his love for prose in his senior year of high school while taking a creative writing course. He majored in Creative Writing at SUNY New Paltz with a double minor in philosophy. Wanting to learn more about the publishing industry, he pursued an editorial career and worked at Disney Hyperion as an Assistant Editor. Currently residing in New York with his wife, he’s now looking to explore new careers as well as develop his writing and poetry crafts.
Links:
Blog/Website: https://medium.com/writing-words-with-words
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ricardo.mejias.752
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Ricardo-Mejias/e/B004WXEYFI/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4809867.Ricardo_Mejias
Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/112907865782283224885
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