Ruminations on The Muse
Every art
every artist
seeks, courts
the Muse.
Sending out thoughts
strung in sequence, seeking
validation, confirmation, recognition...I
think not.
Seek the Muse
and the Muse only
all else is slag, flux
mere dross.
Opinions of critics
friends, lovers, matter not
only account the withering gaze of
the Muse.
And the descent
is perilous, when
the Muse comes down
things change.
Things are ripped
apart, never the same
art, life forever altered by
the Muse.
Why then
the urge what
purpose is served by
such servitude?
Honor, Beauty,
above all else is
Truth, and so seek, court
the Muse.
Robert Douglas Hickey |
