This is what your poem brought up in me as I sat with it.
The title caught my attention immediately. A muse is such a complicated thing because it lives somewhere between inspiration, longing, love, and need. As I read, I found myself reflecting on the difference between possession and union.
The line, *"Caged in the hands of a poet,"* struck me deeply. Hands are meant to hold gently, to comfort, to bless, and yet in certain situations they can become confining. That image reminded me of *Of Mice and Men*, where Lennie crushes the mouse he loves. Not because he hates it, but because he does not understand the difference between holding and possessing.
Your poem feels aware of that tension. There is a wrestling here. The speaker seems to recognize that love mixed with need can unintentionally become a cage, even when the intentions are beautiful. The bird deserves to fly. The muse deserves to be more than inspiration for another person's endless verse.
What stayed with me most is that the poem does not feel like a rejection of love. It feels like an act of love. Almost a blessing. A recognition that what is truly loved must remain free.
There is something haunting and beautiful in that realization. The poem left me reflecting on how often we try to hold tightly to what we fear losing, when perhaps the deeper invitation is to open our hands and trust.
Thank you for sharing this. It lingered with me long after I finished reading.
I very much hope that whatever personal agency a person could be exercising and enjoying in the state of morale that is current OK not possibly be offered anything other than a sound view of reality. Now if I’m looking at myself an hour to take the words that were shared here and do something constructive with them, one thing I would do is identify with being wordy until I’m listen to. Anytime, I’m understanding what I need for additional understanding is indicated what typically happens when this mouth moves it stops. Once an idea of having passive understanding has taken place. Now, if I just wanna toss a hip shot ammo at anything that I feel some kind of way about occasionally that’ll make me feel better, but it also could make me look like somebody that has no idea what kind of connection is had been made previous to my feelings type type of way of whether I have access in the same regard to a person I care for dearly I happen to know what that’s like on at a level that a lot of people may not. So much that it was as if that person had disappeared from my life without even giving the benefit of the doubt to part of a story that they couldn’t possibly have had access to the complete version of themselves. It doesn’t mean that they aren’t authorized to feel a feeling it doesn’t mean that you’re not authorized to feel one too. But if I make haste on, but I don’t understand completely what I’m really doing is I’m putting the clown noise on what I’m the one that’s trying to sound like the intelligent person speaking. Leave that shit up the main man you don’t wanna do that. I’m not even sure if I like that all the time it’s not Necessary but what is it to try to understand first if you thought you did your due diligence and that was a thing that you had a fully exhausted your knee for understanding in the wake of fair enough. If you thought that you could gain more understanding, I am also guilty for expressing the thoughts in a place where I don’t understand what’s happening mostly because of an amount of distress felt for someone assisting a person in manufacturing a type of story that would never leave them back to me and potentially even have false some form of a logical fallacy. And what sad is that now because a person that may be a friend or a person that’s caring about that individual if I’m smelling was cooking is it there in distressful for missing that person I need to help solve that problem because that’s not the intent in becoming closer to the people I love OK there are things that are still being troubleshot here. I’m not even sure if I’m looking at a real picture of reality yet I don’t know if I’ve connected with a person I love or not, and I wish I could if it sounds complicated that’s because it is if you don’t need more words, that’s why we’re gonna leave it. I hope you’re doing well. Hope you have a blessed day and if you need a wish for something wish for something to go right if you don’t understand, try to understand I have a blessed day.
This is so beautiful
Powerful
Mesmerizing
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This poem on its own is a muse 🖤
Thank youu
I LOVE YOU AND YOUR TALENT. ❤️❤️
RIGHT BACK AT YOU AND THANK YOU
This is beautiful and powerful
Thank you
you brought tears......thank you
THANK YOU FOR READING 😊
Beautiful.
AHHHH THANK YOU 😊
This is particularly well written.
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many of doing this lately, speaking to our muse ... I find yours serves you well 🫶
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This is what your poem brought up in me as I sat with it.
The title caught my attention immediately. A muse is such a complicated thing because it lives somewhere between inspiration, longing, love, and need. As I read, I found myself reflecting on the difference between possession and union.
The line, *"Caged in the hands of a poet,"* struck me deeply. Hands are meant to hold gently, to comfort, to bless, and yet in certain situations they can become confining. That image reminded me of *Of Mice and Men*, where Lennie crushes the mouse he loves. Not because he hates it, but because he does not understand the difference between holding and possessing.
Your poem feels aware of that tension. There is a wrestling here. The speaker seems to recognize that love mixed with need can unintentionally become a cage, even when the intentions are beautiful. The bird deserves to fly. The muse deserves to be more than inspiration for another person's endless verse.
What stayed with me most is that the poem does not feel like a rejection of love. It feels like an act of love. Almost a blessing. A recognition that what is truly loved must remain free.
There is something haunting and beautiful in that realization. The poem left me reflecting on how often we try to hold tightly to what we fear losing, when perhaps the deeper invitation is to open our hands and trust.
Thank you for sharing this. It lingered with me long after I finished reading.
Wow. Thank you so much for such an amazing view on it, and you are right, its so beautiful that you sat with it that deeply , appreciate it a lot 😊
Perhaps the rarest gesture is not writing about beauty. It is letting it go.
So trueee
I very much hope that whatever personal agency a person could be exercising and enjoying in the state of morale that is current OK not possibly be offered anything other than a sound view of reality. Now if I’m looking at myself an hour to take the words that were shared here and do something constructive with them, one thing I would do is identify with being wordy until I’m listen to. Anytime, I’m understanding what I need for additional understanding is indicated what typically happens when this mouth moves it stops. Once an idea of having passive understanding has taken place. Now, if I just wanna toss a hip shot ammo at anything that I feel some kind of way about occasionally that’ll make me feel better, but it also could make me look like somebody that has no idea what kind of connection is had been made previous to my feelings type type of way of whether I have access in the same regard to a person I care for dearly I happen to know what that’s like on at a level that a lot of people may not. So much that it was as if that person had disappeared from my life without even giving the benefit of the doubt to part of a story that they couldn’t possibly have had access to the complete version of themselves. It doesn’t mean that they aren’t authorized to feel a feeling it doesn’t mean that you’re not authorized to feel one too. But if I make haste on, but I don’t understand completely what I’m really doing is I’m putting the clown noise on what I’m the one that’s trying to sound like the intelligent person speaking. Leave that shit up the main man you don’t wanna do that. I’m not even sure if I like that all the time it’s not Necessary but what is it to try to understand first if you thought you did your due diligence and that was a thing that you had a fully exhausted your knee for understanding in the wake of fair enough. If you thought that you could gain more understanding, I am also guilty for expressing the thoughts in a place where I don’t understand what’s happening mostly because of an amount of distress felt for someone assisting a person in manufacturing a type of story that would never leave them back to me and potentially even have false some form of a logical fallacy. And what sad is that now because a person that may be a friend or a person that’s caring about that individual if I’m smelling was cooking is it there in distressful for missing that person I need to help solve that problem because that’s not the intent in becoming closer to the people I love OK there are things that are still being troubleshot here. I’m not even sure if I’m looking at a real picture of reality yet I don’t know if I’ve connected with a person I love or not, and I wish I could if it sounds complicated that’s because it is if you don’t need more words, that’s why we’re gonna leave it. I hope you’re doing well. Hope you have a blessed day and if you need a wish for something wish for something to go right if you don’t understand, try to understand I have a blessed day.
Holding this one close as I walk down to the lake
OML LETS GO TOGETHER THO
I love this...
Thank you 💚
So beautiful
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