Musings on Muses - Erato

Erato, the muse of love poetry.

I think the only real tribute I have is to try my hand at poetry aimed at love, so this is what I have for today. Bare with me as I rarely develop poetry on a regular basis and this is very rough.

Love Says "What?"

Who says love is kind?
It is a force that is life-changing,
shattering,
hopeless
to control.

Who says love is tender?
It is weighted and heavy,
burdened,
loaded
with care.

Who says love is easy?
It is everyone's greatest challenge,
competitive,
interchangeable
with hate.

Who says love is wise?
It is the craziest thing,
unpredictable,
stranger
than a purple sky.

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Dew and the Waters

As a child
my cup was small
and all the dew drops
filled it all.

As I grew
the cup grew too
and more than dew drops
could fill it through.

As I age
more water I crave.
At first I needed Philia,
friends and family gave.

Emotions grew.
The cup had demand
to be filled with Eros.
I had to find a man.

Mind and body connect.
Awakened now to the soul.
Needed now Agape love,
to divine power enroll.

Eyes are Windows to the Heart

The camera is a fickle tool. It has no bias, but tends to show people truths they don't wish to see. Why can't cameras show what the eye and heart sees? Through the eyes and heart of an individual we don't see someone with added weight, wrinkles, or gray hair - as everyone seems to think when they see a picture of themselves. We see our beloved grandmother, grandfather, mother, father, aunt, uncle, cousin, friend, and so forth. The camera is a cold device used to fulfill self ridicule. It gives people the power to hurt themselves and lash out to others.

Maybe we should all try to become artists in order to paint the world the way we actually see it instead of the way we criticize it to be. Each day our own perspective will dictate how the world looks and we would be accountable for it. Bad days would make our paintings dark, blue, and dirty. Good days would be bright, organized, and beautiful. But, the people in our lives that have blessed us would always be painted in the beauty of that love and shine with our appreciation for them. These people would remain constantly painted the same way, regardless of whether we have a good day or a bad day to paint.

Then, our paintings will show something a camera has no power to do - love, which is true beauty.