Where He Takes Me


I always go where
my muse takes me.
Sometimes, he takes my hand
and walks me
down a honeysuckle road,
where the air is fragrant
with the sweetest of words.
Blossoms of paper
falling from the trees.
My muse hands me a pen.

Sometimes, my muse
takes me somewhere
I’d rather not be.
We end up in an
isolated cabin
in the middle of a storm.
At times like these,
we argue violently.
My personal history
banging on the door,
my muse deciding to
invite my past over
without my consent.
Baggage and all.

Other times my muse
takes me out to dinner,
seducing me with
conversation and a
mouthwatering eclair,
champagne and torch songs.
Whispering naughty things
in my ear.

Sometimes my muse
packs a bag and
threatens to leave me.
Taunting me with the
missing pages.
In the doorway he stands.
Sometimes I let him go.
He never goes far.
He knows we can’t live
without each other.
He’s buried too deep
in my cortex.
We both thrill to the
synaptic friction.

Sometimes my muse
questions what I am
writing for.
Reminding me, all my longings
and words will be
discarded in the end.
My muse is such a
morbid creep.
I know he’s
right, if we are here,
we are already gone
but for now
he’s the lure I cling to,
along with the delusions
of life, and
the scraps of allusions,
I put down on paper.

-Tosha Michelle

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37 thoughts on “Where He Takes Me

  1. Good morning Tosha… This is brilliant writing about your relationship with your muse. Loved every word of it. The image you posted with it is magnificent. I spent a great deal of time last night lingering in your words and in your music. I enjoyed all that I listened to, but especially enjoyed “Fields of Gold”… Wonderful rendition. Had a wonderful evening wandering through your site here and on soundcloud. Thank you so much for sharing all that you do with us.
    Hope your Monday is filled with beautiful moments…

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    1. Michael, thank you so much for taking time to read my poetry and listen to my music. I’m so glad you enjoy both. I really like your poetry. I hope you’re having a wonderful day. Thanks again for stopping by. ๐Ÿ™‚


  2. This: ” Reminding me, all my longings and words will be
    discarded in the end.” I love!
    I’ve said myself, of my own work, “It’s all meant to burn in the end.”

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