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Poem Inspired by mistYmuse on Day 4 of Longest Festival

Where there is mist

Y, there is muse

Tryst In Me, Sky Birds Tree

grist to the mill
mist on the hill
words enter mind
meet-up maybe rhymed

then they chime, clickety click time

sub-lime olive green
branch bells ringing
nest like ancient amygdala
mirroring brain stripped bare

I wasn’t going to write a poem until seeing the misty weather forecast; even though I could see the mist! so the above poem could definitely be said to have been inspired by the mistYmuse, although it was more about seeing it in writing and having the proof to display.

A couple of links I used:

grist to the mil definition 
brain and trees similarities

A couple of books I wrote and recommend:

Winter Months Fireside Wordplay Poem

The dark cold hinterland between the Northern Hemisphere’s late autumn/fall and winter is here. A perfect time for fireside retrospection and wordplay.
On the second day of #mYm2019 here is the first poem to wordplay the embers of months with those of fires, as far as I know.

mistYmuse Reflection, Fireside Connection

Nov-ember, Dec-ember
dying embers of year?
preceded by Sept-ember.

like night’s end, sitting around fire

spent remembering past
of life and ancestors?
Imagination, Creation

Successful Sun Brand Art Project

We flew and we flew
sun drew and drew
all I can tell you.

Don’t follow me
only one can be
sun single tree.

You can’t reach
here before time
takes you back
returns your rhyme.

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I researched branding before doing my self-art, and it was for self-love and love of the sun rather than self-harm. It was also about doing something for myself; art and achievement; rather than going for another tattoo.

For those who think it is a downward sign, or one of depression, it is just the opposite – it is me being me, what I want to be, and breaking through what I see as the barriers put up by the clown crowd cloud – if you’re offended by that I’m not writing for you, and maybe not writing about you, but if you think the cap fits, then maybe it does!

Saving money and avoiding going to a tattooist – nothing against tattooists, just that they are human – were third and fourth factors. If a Bardot-Harry-Ekland lookalike tattooist wants to do a big self-portrait on my back; preferably in a sun-trees-nature design; I might make an exception!

The really successful brands were five minutes of a sterilised coin heated in an oven for an hour – while cooking baked potatoes! There was a little pain on initial contact, but nothing after a few seconds.

My Poems’ Soundtracks: Blondie Pagan and Danish D-A-D.

I just wrote a little pagan poetry ditty over at travel25years:

I don’t need to travel the Earth
to be where I feel home
because I’m already
in a pagan state
pagan state of mind.

… to introduce a couple of gYgPOP (greenYgreyPinkyOrangePurple) clips from documentaries about the old Native American settlement at Cahokia, and had a song playing in my mind.

Blondie – Song and History

After a while I thought the chorus was Living in the Real World, but still didn’t know who’s song it was. I was shocked to find it was Blondie, and it was their song; although written by keyboardist Jimmy Destri according to Wikipedia.

Eat to the Beat (1979) was the last album that Blondie were my favourite band, due to musical differences! (self-parodying a cliché reason when bands break up).

They mellowed out the next year with Autoamerican, while I went in the opposite direction, getting into heavy rock and metal full-time!

The Poem of Two Songs 

My recent Folding Mirror poem Fracking My Brain Upwas so epic, taking about a week of thinking and psyching up before writing it, that the soundtrack morphed in my brain from the Spinners’ Working My Way Back To You (Fracking My Brain Up For You)…

… to D-A-D’s Sleeping My Day Away… (Fracking My Brain Away)!

Spring Wordplay and Images

At one with nature in the northern hemisphere. S(pr)ynchronising with photos(pr)yn(g)thesis, shaking up the atoms…

The sun made flowers in its own image; especially sunflowers…

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… although the more humble dandelions were/are the greenYgrey world flower!

DandelionFlower

Humanity named them and made things to look like them:

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There is an interesting story about the original inspiration for the above, but I don’t think most of humanity can handle it… either they won’t believe it, giving them a chance to charlatan me! If they do believe, they’ll twist it negatively!! The old double negative that keeps humanity doing badly!!!

Muse Entertainment Anagram Poem

We are now in the last month of the inaugural full mistYmuse winter light festival. brightening up the northern hemisphere’s traditionally most difficult months.

mistYmuse Special

Spring seems to have arrived early, with some warmer than average sunny weather the last fortnight, although its forecast to return to normal midweek.

Here’s a little anagrammatic poem-philosophical thought, using the letters I-a-s-s-u-m-e on three lines; something like the 121 reflections in my second poetry collection.

I assume
as I muse
I amuses

Sun Pocket Poem

October Retreat, Fate Complete

I love the sun, and hope it loves me.

The sun has got me in its pocket and I don’t want to leave.
The sun has got me in its pocket and I don’t want to leave.
The sun has got me in its pocket and I don’t want to leave.
The sun has got me in its pocket and I don’t want to leave.

The sun had me in its pocket, but it left;
leaving me exposed to cold infinite wisdom, feeling quite bereft.
I couldn’t think much while it was shining
flooding my neurons with dopamine and serotonin.
Kind of like when its dazzle obscures a television screen
maybe its getting revenge for when I drew the curtains.

I can’t wait for the sun’s pocket to return and warm me up again.
I can’t wait for the sun’s pocket to return and warm me up again.
I can’t wait for the sun’s pocket to return and warm me up again.
I can’t wait for the sun’s pocket to return and warm me up again.

I hope sun loves me, l Iove the sun.

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