Categories: ~Quill to Parchment~

• ~Yummy Details~
• ~Sleep Little Princess~

  She is my angel… A light from above… Her laughter is as sweet… As a gentle  turtledove.

• ~At Times I Am A Flower~

  At times I am a flower… Singularly defined… At times I am a flower… Serendipitously designed. At times I am a flower… Existing with my stem… At times I am a flower…

• ~’Time’~ A Prose of Faith~

  Time most feverent… Irreverent in it’s passing…

• ~Muse’s Sunday Soliloquy~Snippet of Soul~Mother’s Day Prose~

  Bonding Moment Hushed and sacred silence… Fills the dawning sky… I ponder in this moment… Of our journey which is nigh… For on this day… That begins anew… I will reach to touch the sun… With freedom wings… I shall sing… Until my work is done…

• Spring

  Spring ! She has burst forth Ever fruitful Ever bearing And all her beauty She is sharing… Amidst the cold And dark deep nights She slept In waiting For this, her plight… To linger with us But for a moment In time… Mere days To display Her greenery So fine! (a Muse piece written age 13, (a very good year…LOL) Miss you all… And Thank you for all the warm blessings and sweet hellos!

• Air of Areola (Prose…WARNING…not for the faint hearted)

  Please, be aware: This prose pays homage, in a lighthearted fashion to part of the female anatomy. …….. …………. …………………. A’s and B’s…… C’s and D’s…… Even Up To F’s and E’s… I grace the world… With all I’ve got… And trust you me… That’s not a lot! I proudly display… But with discretion… The mammary mounds… Of my true loves affection. I rue not a day… Nor hour… That I play… For even on occasion… (And with not much [...]

• Rhyme Time & Blue Monday’s “Symphony of Silence”

  RHYME TIME GAME: Rhyme Time CREATOR: The Muse OBJECTIVE: Interactive Fun PLAYERS: Readers RULES: The Muse begins the prose…the readers then add to the comment section (one, two, three or four lines) which “add” to the poem. Each reader must use the previous writer’s comments.The Muse or readers may add to the piece at any time. EXAMPLE: Muse writes “The sky is true blue.” Reader 1 writes “Is it true or just the hue?” Reader 2 writes “I can see [...]

• A Plethora of Muse This Tuesday

  Tablescape Tuesday Continues Below… (to join in the fun, or to read other great blogs…please see my side bar for links ) Famine to Feast Far flung savageries had wrought… The little maiden’s spirit… Way more than it had ought… She longed for peace… To soothe her brain… To break the corporate chain… She gathered up her courage thus… And through the forest fled… Filled with trepidation… And a tiny bit of dread… Sparring branches dark and deep… She slipped… [...]

• Monday’s Post ~ Prose & Blue Monday

  When I was very young, (and still~even now) I would look at pictures ~ paintings…and make up stories! At times, they were not exactly as the artist had intended… Such is this work of a young, (oh, so young Muse), who fell under an enchanting spell of Tristan and Isolde. The Plummet A little maiden stood… Up high above the earth… The little m aid knew not… Her weight or girth… For suddenly… The sky gave way… And she fell [...]

• Resolute Revolt On A Blue Monday

  RESOLUTE REVOLT(an offering for Blue Monday) The Muse Has Spun…Her Web Of Rhymes…Since The Dawns…Have First Been Spied…Now She Declares…You Readers There…To Ponder This…And Give Her Bliss…To What Revolution…Will You Aspire…In Resolution…Think In The Dark…Think In The Deep…Think You Lovely Readers…Even Whilst You Sleep…Muse 2008 When shopping…The Muse is highly tactile…First comes the visual query…Pondering the style…But the deal is never quite sealed…Until she touches, caresses and FEELS! (much to the bane of her understanding escort/cohort…(love you honey))!On one such [...]

• Traveling Back From The North Pole….

  The Muse is moving slow… As there is lots of snow… But on to Pink Saturday… She must go… Handmade tags… Adorn the swags and wreath… That are sporting vintage pink… The Muse makes tags… From papers afar… She was creative this year… And made a car… The Muse… Built a house… With windows, doors, snow… And even a mouse… Can you see the pink trees???… But what oh what …. Is pink”er” than me?… ………………… ………….. .. …… …… [...]

• Merry Christmas Miss Boog

  In the basement dark and deep lurks a lioness who rarely sleeps. She stalks the forests of children’s trees which are gilded with ornaments in lieu of leaves. She nibbles and she gnaws and bats the tinsel with her paws. Quietly she listens as the lights glisten to hear the tunes play in the room. Her favorite lines are those that rhyme she meows them till dawn. Say a Merry Christmas to The Muse’s Miss Boog Padawan ! (please forgive [...]

• “Little~e~Maiden”

  In a forest bright with snow… Walked a maiden, gingerly… For far she had to go… (removed for pending publication) Copyright 2008 The Muse Merry Christmas Everyone ! To all my friends of olden days And those met within the new A heart filled with happiness As I give thanks for you! Love, the Muse

• "Win or Lose"

  The new day awaits us… Will you be brave? Will you be bold? (removed for pending publication) Copyright The Muse 2008

• Rhyme Time Part Two ~ Has Ended

  CHRISTMAS CHAIN Colorful paper slivers Cut just so… Intertwined and mingled… Woven to and fro. Some are white and shining… Others sparkle and glow… Or maybe they are simply… Reflections from the snow… A bit for you… A bit for me.. Now we… Decorate the tree. Popcorn strings… And tinsel strings… Love & laughter… In everything. From boys to girls… With little curls… And toys of every sort… Will bring a day… Of fun and cheer… In such a lovely [...]

• ~The Unexpected Gift~

  Torn asunder from her slumber In the hour of half past three… The child knew the tyrannical regime And followed instinctively.(removed for pending publication) Copyright 2008 The Muse This Was My Submission As The Guest Writer At Zany Life & Crazy Faith