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Cobalt storms; not azure skies,
predict changing seasons.
Vague ambiance of lies,
waltz with fated reasons.
So tug upon the corners,
try to veil the smile.
Gather all ye mourners,
weep for her awhile.

He knows that she flows,
rivers channel deep.
But ocean's floor below,
caress his troubled sleep.
Golden pair;wounded dreams,
silently entreat.
Moments slide between the screams,
stranded in the heat.

She can't draw inside the lines,
of howling winds deranged.
And up ahead; ominous signs,
the highway looks so strange.
But he can hold her brave will;
in his hands so tenderly,
not even strong enough to still,
his mind she cannot free.

He is the lust to breathe and fly;
his wings stay unused,
within her voice; an angel's sigh,
but the melody, confused.
When questions birth insanity;
saline begs for more.
But he can only hear and see,
the vision behind the door.

And he will toss; and he will turn,
until his eyes are bright.
But in the loss of orgasmic burn,
the other sighs in the night.
He cannot wait; the world is open,
quiet, he leaves the bed.
Heart is faith; pulse is broken,
but his soul must be fed.

With trembling hands;he gasps to feel,
her curves and body light.
Silken strands and he must kneel;
to deliver here tonight.
He hears soft cries;for all too soon,
the other is in pain.
As his soul dies; behind the moon;
denying need again.

Have you ever had to choose;
one over the other?
And you knew that you would lose,
giving up one lover?
Life is a composition;
he strives to hear the source.
He must create; orchestrate,
passion is the the force.

When you read this piece of art;
you may think me wrong.
But I've heard the rhythm of this young man's heart,
and the music keeps him strong.

As he grows closer to his wife;
it's the stuff dreams are made of.
But from now til the end of of his life;
he's alive in guitar love..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My son, in the Air Force, loves his new wife, but oh my.....that guitar beckons in the moonlight.

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Beavis's picture

Good poem! Very well thought

Good poem! Very well thought out and well written. Welcome to our little world!

Adam아담's picture

Some compliments

I need to work on my reading comprehension so I'm comfortable reading stuff like this. Anyway, there a couple things I liked.


"He must create; orchestrate,
passion is the the force."

- This is very nice... good combination of rhyming and timing of words.


"When you read this piece of art;
you may think me wrong.
But I've heard the rhythm of this young man's heart,
and the music keeps him strong."

- And you carry that same timing into the next verse, the last two lines in this, in particular.


masqued_muse's picture

your comment...

Thank you very much, Adam.


Adam아담's picture

Sure thing, Carol. So

Sure thing, Carol. So "Masqued Muse"... does that mean you are a fan of greek mythology?


masqued_muse's picture


ACTUALLY....it came from the knowledge that we are all living behind a mask. And the muse is the influence that seems to guide many poets. She is not my only source of inspiration. And sometimes, when you get writer's block....doesn't it either feel like she is blind, deaf or both....either that, or WE are?? I have lived a strange prisonlike existence for various reasons, most of my life. My spirit is free, my body is what makes me feel so....grounded you know? So heavy... I despise gravity..what do you think?
to flying~.~ masqued^^