You say I astound and tease you, tell me how?
You have withheld yourself from all that I allow.
Giving baroque words flourish; this you’ve refused to nourish
I have called to you on the veranda on warm spring day
I was the ripple of warmth felt in a snow drift’s pattern sway
Though you held an umbrella drops of me hit you anyway
Yet you’ve discarded all words that I’ve begged for display
Love, what has caused this rift? Why deny yourself my gift?
Know that only for a select few, I share this I’ve given to you
What fear has triumphed so much that you cannot heed
That which for lucky others is the very blood they bleed
I give unto the language of lamentations desperate need
And word the story of a triumph over a dastardly deed
How oft’ you silenced this voice? As though you have choice!
Again you have me in hand, say the words; make them grand
Deny me not, I am your muse, know this passion will last
The days to chase me away is now a thing of the past
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Raivenne-lations 
I wonder what the muse sit there thinking.. we might curse or beg them to come, yet they will tease us.. I love the POV in the poem.. like a lover sometimes, they keep us awake, but when they are needed they are hiding..
Ah, refusing or resisting the charm of those baroque words is dangerous indeed… I like this conversation between the muse and the (unappreciative) writer/artist.
That muse is a tease and it sounded much like the voice of a lover. I loved this verse:
“I have called to you on the veranda on warm spring day
I was the ripple of warmth felt in a snow drift’s pattern sway
Though you held an umbrella drops of me hit you anyway
Yet you’ve discarded all words that I’ve begged for display
Love, what has caused this rift? Why deny yourself my gift?”
Gayle ~
I specially admire that ending couplet ~ I like the perspective of the muse, and only wished that he or she doesn’t hide from us ~
Oh.. the muse vs. news..
i’ll take it all as
muse.. create
and shed
all the
worry
news
can bring..
with no exclusions
dArk and liGht are
equal
muse
for me..
with no exclusions
once again.. i muse..
news or kNOw News..:)
The muse sounds like a bit of a spoiled lover and a tease. If only our muse would be straight forward and say, here it is. Here is the inspiration for today. sigh. Not that easy!