Wednesday, May 19, 2010

We Write Poems Thursday Prompt - no music muse for me

Forbidden Well

Music is not my muse.
Daughter, wife, mother
of singers of songs,
I listen with joy, pride.
I sway in synagogue
to haunting ninguns.
At the symphony
I admire mastery
but no poetry comes
to me from music,
sacred well from which
I cannot drink deeply.

Victoria Hendricks
April 19, 2010


  1. Ok. I wish I could have spoken my truth about songs as well as you...But, then, that makes you lyrical, now, doesn't it? =D

  2. Thank you Linda. this was a hard prompt for me and it feels good to know it connects with you -= with someone. I'm going to go check out your blog now.

  3. Hi Victoria,I understand this to be a comment on the absence of the thing, a poem that metacomments -- if that makes sense. In and of itself very lyrical. Nicely done.


  4. Thanks for visiting my blog Nicole. Any I agree, my poem is aboutthe experience of the absence of something present for so many I love, and so many in the world in general. I', glad you, and Linda, too, found it lyrical

  5. I definitely understand what you are saying here, Victoria. You enjoy music, appreciate it, but it does not bring about poetry in you. Different people have different muses; and that is just the way of it. Your poem expressed your feelings well, and (as the others said) lyrically!