her hair was a little wild,her smile a little croo
She's a strange one,
the type of wind that
blows in,
knocking over vases full
of roses; and
leaving holes in shower curtains.
She never quite
stays.
Not a kitten, not a back alley cat,
but a Jaguar on the prowl
who dwells above the trees
of knowledge.
She's here,
on my couch, eyes lit
like fire and gemstone.
"So...poet," she whispers,
"How many books have you
sold this year?"
I meet her gaze,
and whip out a flask full
of cheap wine and bad decisions
"Enough."
I whispered back.
She spreads her legs
open, and caresses the kneecap,
Flicking her hair back and forth
like a dragon,
She lets out a hiss.
The room goes dark.
And the rest is poetry.
The essence captured in this poem reminds me of those rare encounters with people who defy easy definitions—those whose presence is both disruptive and enchanting, like the 'strange wind' referenced here. The imagery of wild hair and a crooked smile perfectly conveys a character who is neither completely tamed nor conventional, but uniquely herself, evoking the spirit of a jaguar prowling above the trees of knowledge. In my own experiences as a writer, I've found that such figures often come into our lives unexpectedly, stirring our creative impulses and challenging our perspectives. The poem’s setting—intimate and charged, with eyes like fire and gemstone—brings to life a scene of raw human connection and unspoken tension. It’s fascinating how such vivid descriptions tap into universal feelings: admiration mixed with mystery, the allure of the unknown, and the subtle dance of vulnerability and power. The whispered question about book sales introduces a pragmatic contrast to the wild spirit, grounding the interaction in real-world concerns and adding depth to their relationship. In reading and writing poetry like this, I’ve realized that the power lies not just in the words themselves but in the spaces between—the pauses, the unsaid, the flick of hair like a dragon’s tail. This style reflects life’s unpredictability and the unexpected bursts of inspiration that fuel creativity. For anyone exploring poetic expression, embracing these wild, chaotic elements can open new pathways for authenticity and emotional resonance. Ultimately, this poem beautifully portrays the muse not as a passive ideal but as an active, living force—one that 'never quite stays' yet leaves an indelible mark. It’s a celebration of imperfection and the primal energy that drives artistic creation. To anyone walking the path of creativity, this vivid narrative is a reminder to welcome the wildness and crooked smiles that come your way, for they may carry the spark of your next great work.
