The Flame of the Muse Beckons

Warmth

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Beaming forth

Illuminating smile

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Fire touched soul

Perfect flickering coif

Dazzling ember glow

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That lilting melodic laugh

Brings broken hearts back

Comforts sighing souls alas

It shores me up

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Every empathetic thought and gesture

Raises and lowers your pedestal

Your humanity draws me nearer

Saving grace your heroic namesake 

Simple words can change fate

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Breath carries your essence to me

Waves travel through the space between

Connecting your mind to my own

I cherish every moment you've restored

Eternal calamity and instants of ecstasy

Gifts that cannot be un-given now

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Singing your fated siren song to me

Sending out tokens of priceless, balmy charity

They fall like petals from cherry trees

Caressing my heart and soul with beauty

A concept hitherto unknown to my body

You shed light upon me without knowing

It is the way of the muse

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I await inspiration on hands and bended knees

Stretching and straining under memory's great burdening weight

Knowing I wouldn't have to face it alone

The only comfort worthy of my stolen time

I transmit time's lost truths at your behest

Calling, as I meditate on melody and bridge

Images demand I create them with lyrical paints

Only way to keep the demons at bay

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The power of self-actualization thrumming in every beat

Not just sound, movement rouses life's passion and heat

Rising from my position, prostrate, creative energy flowing internally

First, darkness and poison are drawn from my wounds

Enshrouding the attended chamber, I sway and contort inside

A marionette, members reaching any vertices at any point 

Sound waves vibrating and tossing me like water droplets

Sonic bursts bringing forth debris, floating impromptu life rafts

Clinging to each in turn wafting to the top

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Finally, at the apex of my reverent journey, I ignite

Immolating in time's endless stream made accessible in your intonation

Slag, dripping from my melting aura, burning through carved floorboards

I peer through the holes into my soul's very core

Shining treasure entwined inside, churning with the rotten dripping gore

The unbearable past being smelted away like precious metallic ores 

The refining inferno that completely engulfs my way of being

It produces quality material that's beyond mere technical purity standards

The muse's flame smokes me out of my tightest flue

It atomizes every incandescent mote of dust as I explode

K.B. Silver

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This, was my second attempt at decible creation. It wasn't even named then, since I hadn't added the syllable angle. In this attempt, I tested the number of words per line. It worked out okay. I almost feel like this invocation to the muse was the push I needed to finish the process and the poetic format. The next will introduce syllabic structure in lieu of word count.

A quick overview of what a Decible is and how to write one:

The Decible poem is composed of ten stanzas in total.

The first stanza begins with one line, increasing one line at a time, ending at ten lines.

Each stanza increases the number of syllables per line, from one syllable in the first line until you compose the tenth stanza with ten lines of ten syllables each.

Let me know what you think in the comments!