Tried to live life
©REDCAT
devoid of a muse
That way lies darkness
dwindling until translucent
a faded photo of true self
The answer lies
within the ink of a pen
Trough it heart mind soul
flow onto paper
Words full of meaning
with symbols paint the image
the hand can’t sketch
As the words in poetry take flight
Heart swell with love
Mind fills with thanks
Soul shines with life
Written for today’s prompt at toads; Bits of Inspiration ~ My Story
The breathtaking image is by Karina llergo, funnily enough, tough there is so much movement here, so much that makes me think of my love for dance. My poetry took another direction. :-)
The world according to RedCat 
Poetry does add wings to our lives. Thank heavens we have poems with which to express the language of our hearts.
I like the idea of our souls shining with life. Well as you indicate writers can achieve that with
their poems and stories. We don’t realize how lucky we are do we?
Love that piece, it’s so weird and sensual. ❤
This is beautiful! ❤️ There is a certain kind of release when we pour our heart and soul on paper :)
How it is truly dark without a muse. I like how you traveled from dark to ink wings of poetry. Beautiful..Thank you so much for taking part in the prompt!
I must have managed somehow before I met her, my muse… now life would seem empty without me sculpting words.