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| Rosie, age 6 (one of my 10,000 muses!) |
It's also partly inspired by this Abraham Lincoln quote, which was one of my father's favorites:
“If I were to try to read, much less answer, all the attacks made on me, this shop might as well be closed for any other business. I do the very best I know how - the very best I can; and I mean to keep doing so until the end. If the end brings me out all right, what's said against me won't amount to anything. If the end brings me out wrong, ten angels swearing I was right would make no difference.”
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In my memory, it was ten THOUSAND angels. How like a poet to make such a change, yes? :) So that's what I put in my poem. And I was also inspired by Molly's post about appreciating her skin, which got me thinking about my continued effort to love and appreciate ALL the cells in my body...ALL parts, not just some of them. Thanks so much for reading!
Miracle
each morningten thousand muses
roost
pluck buttons
ribbon glitter
from even my most
unloveable cells
spill and build
cathedrals across
winter's bare
What a beautiful metaphor, Irene! And that's exactly what you do - build cathedrals across winter's bare pages.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year, Irene! Appreciations for the Abe Lincoln quote - my Mother loved everything about him & I have some very old Lincon-topic books from here to explore, some time. As for one of my favorite health topics, neurons, your poem is a brilliant & lively tribute to them & I luv it very much.
ReplyDeleteIrene, thank you for the reminder to appreciate every cell of ourselves. I love that Picasso and you have 10,000 muses roosting in your skulls! You see possibility everywhere!
ReplyDeleteOoooooh I love some microbiology themed poetry! Your imagery is lovely here. Thank you for sharing and happy Poetry Friday!
ReplyDeleteLove the Lincoln quote, so imagine he & Jimmy Carter would get along well, Irene. It's a thoughtful intro to your magical poem about those "ten thousand muses" that nestle and then fly from our skulls! Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteI'm a wee-bit jealous of all these beautiful snow days I am reading about. And I'm loving adoring Rosie on that joyful floral mat! (While giggling at 'mad-cow-cool-Kat'.ðŸ¤) But I'm happy to leave 10,000 muses to you and Picasso. My head is too full as it is!
ReplyDeleteOh, wow! This poem is stunning and reads aloud so beautifully. I love that final stanza so much--"spill and build" is an inspired word combo. Here's to appreciating all our unloveable bits and bobs, down to the cellular level!
ReplyDeleteGreat threads in this post from Lincoln to Picasso--wow! Enjoy your snow day. I find them just full of possibility and the gift of time. Snow days make me giddy. I think I spend more energy in a snow day doing things I like and love and need to do more than a "regular day." Ten thousand muses --what a great opening...all the way to pages. I hope you can channel those muses into your art.
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful! And ten thousand muses. Wow! And yay! You got snow. My aunt in Atlanta sent us a picture of her winter wonderland too.
ReplyDeleteOh gosh how I love the image of glitter in my most unloveable cells! Brava!
ReplyDeleteOh, those final lines, Irene! Swoon!
ReplyDeleteCathedrals! All your cells are beautiful and poetic, Irene - thanks for sharing!
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