The Muse and Me
It may take Beethoven
to put me in the mood.
Sometimes I heed the
stylings of Yanni.
The Beetles and Queen
often call to rock and
roll me.
I may be a city boy,
but there are times when
Iris DeMent and Roger Miller
send me down country roads.
Could be jazz or the blues
play to soothe me.
Music, music, music and
the Muse move and inspire
the tiger within to hunt,
release the eagle in flight
soaring to new heights.
The mole in me digs deep
to uncover the latent
psyche buried deep inside
to draw, to paint, to write.
In my old age the Muse pays
a visit to me in vivid images
of my fondest memories.
She connects yesterday’s
wide journeys with the
microscopic visage of
the narrowing pathway
I traverse today.
Dear lady, I never cease
to be a-mused by you.
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Chris Hanch 5-28-2023
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