my verse – Becoming The Muse

Of Softly In The Night

She does not come At dawn's appointed time, When skies are pale And stars begin to fade. When drops of dew Wake every sleeping flower, And songbirds tribute To the…

Of The Patchwork Girl And The Clockwork Boy

19 Jun 202119 Jun 2021

She was a girl,A patchwork girl,Wrapped in a quilt of rainbows,Stitched together by moonlight and shadows. Each patch had a name,Sunshine and rain,Laughter and pain,Loss and gainAnd everything that kept…

Of The New Moon

There's a new moon out tonightand it's the darkest of the yearThe world crawls into bedas it wait for the sun to appearThere's a new moon out tonightand it's the…

Of Being A Creative: The Soul beneath

8 Jun 20218 Jun 2021

It's a commonly held notion that the inspiration for creativity comes from tortured souls who create from a dark place of pain, sadness, loss,... but inspiration comes even from happy…

Of Moonlit Nights

27 May 202127 May 2021

Like a joyful eye that finds an object worth its attention,an eye as bright as the day,blinking away sleepy thoughts,wispy clouds vanish,like a blossom blown before a breeze,a white moon…

Defining Moments…

Of The Hashtag Generation And Internet ShutDown

14 Jan 202114 Jan 2021

I don’t know about the history of the internet but I am sure I could Google it up and find out; that’s the beauty of the internet, information is geometrically…

Of Muse and Museability

12 Nov 202012 Nov 2020

What happens when someone asks to be your muse?... Namupolo asked... https://videopress.com/v/Bkk1TJHR?preloadContent=metadata and The Mused replied https://videopress.com/v/4K6Mk9L1?preloadContent=metadata Namupolo blogs at InkedQuilsandScribbles And these musings came to life from an exchange…

Of Creating A World With A Word

19 Aug 20204 Sep 2020

I painted a picture…I created a world with a word…I made sense from nonsense,I used intense sense to change tense,Tension became intentionand the intent turned win into 'one' like water…

Of My Selfish Love

29 Jun 202029 Jun 2020

being loved by a writer; Dear Muse; When I say I'm in love with you,I mean I am selfishly in love with youI love myself through you.I love seeing myself…

Of Time And Healing

The wound time never heals,Not completely;The pastA broken mirror,Cuts as you put it back together.

Of Resting Ninja LadyBug

Image by DjDT3 Beneath the bloom of the night,The lady bug rests from the fight,Swords seemingly forgotten,lay idle,yet words misbegottenmay kindle,A deadly dance with a fatal embraceBeneath the shadow of…

Of The Drying Up Of Victoria Falls

Dying of The Smoke That Thunders... About 1100m wide and 100m high at its peak this waterfalls churns out a thunderous volume of water resulting in a spray of mist…