In The Company Of My Muse Comments

I sat on a rock, lost, so lost staring into the clear night sky Wondering how the celestial joy, made manifest by the twinkling stars My thoughts began floating like a ship over the briny waters And my temporal settings faded away like a cloud in the horizon....loved these lines. The company of my muse" is a marvelous poem on Nature duly narrated. Five stars.

As I read your poem the first time I carried the image of Keats especially, but really all of the English romantic poets, who certainly we both equally treasure. For us today the image of the muse is not some ancient Greek demi-goddess but one of those poets who (once again like us) worked so hard to create their visionary poetry. Needless to say neither of us will ever equal a Keats or Wordsworth, BUT THAT NEVER WAS THE POINT. The point is we keep company with them, find poetry in nature and vision like them, and live the poetic life they passed on to us. A poem like yours makes the heart grow larger to take in the wholeness of what is perceived; it makes the imagination more supple to take flight through a range of feelings.

The poem builds beautiful pleasure dome in mid-air like Coleridge's. Thank you.

oh how I love to sit in the presence of my muse. My very best friend and confidant great imagery

Loving studying and describing nature moving on the foot prints of Keats and building pleasure of life in the lifeless silent scenes is Valsa's art. Or one may say she can see the hidden life as well.

wow i wish i had such a muse along my side.it was panaromic to glide along with u....

Your words and muse so poetic, i tink u must be a famous poetess, such wonderful style of picturin the imagery. I lov bulbuls and their mention here. The poem transportd me as if i was sittin there besides u and seeing it all live. Take care valsa.

Great imagery especially in the company of our beloved Nature......Valsa......every sentence powered with perfect and loving words.....A great piece with great composition

Another stunning effort from you madam. i love this perfect and mind blowing description. You always cause the rain to fall with your poems. this is good.... Well done!

Loved to see you in a dreamland being dipped and cherishing that realm. Loved to see you trotting from one end to other....... Beautiful,

all poets are cursed to dreamed they may bring dream to life here this poetess really fly beyond all dreams in lovable way From the nearby woods, I heard the song of a lone night bird In rising cadence, alone and aloud it fell on my rapturous ears Was it a nightingale that poured forth that dewy delight?

Wonder if I can rightly recreate the image that my thoughts enfold.. a poet's dilemma, cool ink Valsa.

clouds, clouds, entire life is clouded Valsa George!