
Ah, Only You
(My Muse, can create this) Frame of mind
A poem that borrows the language of legal reasoning—evidence, methodology, integrity, inquiry—to argue that the pursuit of truth in life and love requires the same rigor as a courtroom, with the Muse serving as co-counsel in the deepest depositions of the heart.
Plahm opens with a maxim framed in quotation marks—”If you let facts speak / Truth will be told”—establishing a legalistic register that the poem sustains through a series of paired imperatives. Each couplet reads like a brief from a senior partner to a junior associate: step back, be analytical; search for proof; let inquiry lead; tear it apart and put it back together. The vocabulary is deliberately procedural—”principal,” “methodology,” “conclusions,” “integrity,” “process”—creating a poem that sounds like a closing argument dressed as verse. The genius of this approach is its unexpected application: these are not instructions for winning a case but for living honestly. The warning that “Facts can be twisted to a point of view” acknowledges the danger inherent in any interpretive act, whether legal or emotional. The ascending “Let” sequence—integrity leading to correct questions, inspiration leading to questions of value, facts leading to truth—builds toward the poem’s emotional revelation: “My muse, my co-counsel / Takes me to depths of thought I never thought possible.” The Muse as co-counsel is a fresh metaphor in Plahm’s repertoire—not romantic partner or spiritual guide but intellectual collaborator in the pursuit of truth. The closing trinity—”Truth, Love & Hope / Inexplicably entwined”—declares these not as separate virtues but as a single, indivisible fact. The poem argues that love, properly examined, withstands the rigor of cross-examination.
A conceptually inventive poem that applies legal methodology to emotional and philosophical inquiry with interesting results. The sustained legalistic register gives the poem a distinctive voice within Plahm’s catalog—this is not the poet as lover or gardener but as advocate, marshaling evidence for the case that truth and love are inseparable. The paired imperatives create a rhythmic discipline that suits the theme, and the ascending “Let” sequence builds effectively toward the personal revelation. The Muse-as-co-counsel metaphor is fresh and earns its place; it reframes the romantic relationship as an intellectual partnership, adding a dimension often absent from love poetry. The closing declaration—truth, love, and hope as “inexplicably entwined”—achieves genuine aphoristic weight. Where the poem is less successful is in its middle section, where the legal vocabulary occasionally feels more like a list of professional principles than a poem—”Methodology is paramount” and “Conclusions must be well-thought” read as advice rather than art. The piece might benefit from a concrete courtroom scene or a specific moment of discovery to ground its abstractions. The opening quotation implies a speaker quoting someone else, but this framing device isn’t developed. Still, the concept is strong, the closing is memorable, and the poem adds a valuable intellectual dimension to Plahm’s ongoing exploration of the Muse relationship.
“If you let facts speak
Truth will be told”
Step back
Be analytical
Search for proof
Finding what’s real is not false
Does principal
Govern your thoughts
Inquiry is foremost
Honesty is necessary
Analysis should be taken
Tear it apart and put it back together
Methodology is paramount
Conclusions must be well-thought
Facts can be twisted to a point of view
Be faithful to the process
Let integrity
Guide you to ask the correct questions
Let inspiration
Lead you to questions of value
Let the facts
Lead you to the truth
I’ve learned …
My muse, my co-counsel
Takes me to depths of thought I never thought possible.
Thank You,
Truth, Love & Hope
Inexplicably entwined.
That is a fact.








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