Last night I finished the first draft of my novel, and while I’m ecstatic beyond all measure I still have a lot of work ahead. This little bit of poetry came to me the other day and I thought…”Yea, i guess I do owe the Muse a little something”, So here it is. I hope you enjoy.
Ode to the Muse
By Jason Warden
Freed slave, servant, master.
You give me heaven, hell, glory. Bastard!
I accept your offerings, your sly deceptions.
With them, I create and alter perceptions.
You are my tool, and thus I am yours.
I cry and you laugh as my tethers come unmoored.
I drift, I flail, I curse your ambivalence,
and still, you come, breathing life into the message.
I dread your next visit, for changes will come,
But without you, I know the work will never be done.