The Morning After II

August 12, 2012

Dreams I’ve chased are long gone, The morning after a new life has taken over the inner storm- No longer mourn for what I never had- Nor can I mourn for the passing of my Dad- The morning after, I can no longer feel sad- Only to awaken to the life I now have- No more covered in the Black Death robe- As I begin to silence the inner cry within this core- No longer to weep no more! The morning after – Letting it all go time to empty the cluttered hall. This weeping widower awakens to life’s beckoning call- Removing this death stone from above my head- And begin to open the road for what lies ahead Refusing to give in to fear and dread- The morning after I’ve paid my dues, Always indulging in these darkened hues- I am my own muse! This soul I must renew- The morning after- No I can’t explain the inevitable loss- Remove from my skin the grimy dross- Untangle this self from the haze and the moss- Untangle this self from the strangling vine- Freeing the self to touch the Divine- Making my way into the new- The Morning After- Saying goodbye to a mother I never knew. Photo: The Sun, Azarel

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Lucian A. Sperta

Published Author and Poet over 25 books in paper back and digital books Selected American Library Association 2015 Model Citizen 2013 Writer of the Month Meridan 1989 American Society of Authors Composers and Publishers since 1994 #8 Hot Top 100 Hot New Release in Poetry #1 Best in Photo Essay Amazon.com Some people think I expose myself too much in what I say in my poems, I don't consider myself a poet as much as I feel I am a story teller, how can one write subjected to other peoples point of view on how I write, what I write, and how I express myself. This is my journey and self expression is how I choose to deal with it; words, writing has been the outlet where I control without fear, without shame, the pen and paper will never betray you. A poet is one, I believe, can take a surgical scalpel to the soul and let it bleed what it truly feels.....

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jwienerAug 12, 2012

"I am my own muse!" is a very powerful line because it goes to show how even though we can draw inspiration from the people and world around us, we are our own inspiration because only we know our own true aspirations and deisres.