This is a new poem in the Polyhymnia set of the larger series called The Muse Chronicles
Sleepless nights
Weary suspended
Remembered another day
Adrenaline and energy
Replace blood and air
Raccoon eyes
Creaking fingers
Cramped muscles
Scant sacrifices
To be the vessel of truth
Life pours from the fingers,
Godhood for the price
Of the body
(Friends forgive
Family supports)
The second part of my poetic series, The Muse Chronicles.
Polyhymnia was the Muse of Rhetoric. She was said to have brought fame to those who invoked her to aid their writing.
Sly Polyhymnia consists of three poems, In Sooth, Dream and Reality. Dream is a new addition, Reality is an edited version of The Act.
Come, come hither
Under the sun, sit thee here
Lend thine curious ear
Well will thee be rewarded
For thine time
And pen
Upon a thinking mind, I attach,
And organize the thoughts therein.
Trembling hands, a soft word: details to match,
Ignoring Her would be sin.
Such concepts even simple minds catch.
There is little to me,
Give me no countenance.
What I am, is nothing you can see.
I am of little substance,
And merely energy.
To the mind I find,
I give myself completely.
Leaving my old self behind
—without charging a fee,
Not even expecting to be repaid in kind.
Upon the mind, I inspire
Such great fire
That causeth many a buyer
To flock to the mire
Where I dwell
[Retire]
This is where I'm going to write about whatever books I'm reading.
