My Muse

My Muse is somewhere around
Frolicking with the wind;
She doesn’t wait for me;
She’s as haughty as can be,
At times, she flirts with my creativity;
She’s a teaser, never bound to inspire;
Feels at home only when she’s in a mood
To do so; and when she does, she comes
With gifts of poesy, wrapped up neatly;
At times, she seems wanting in kindness
When I’m struck with a form of blindness —
A temporary mental block.

There are times when we walk
Among flowers and trees,
Holding hands and wondering
At the lightning and thunder;
At the clouds and the sky,
As we mindfully talk of the wind and breeze
And the birds winging by,
The moon and stars and the arching rainbow;
She’s so unpredictable, whimsical and independent
That I sometimes feel forsaken and abandoned,
But her coming and going is never in vain
As long as she’s around again and again.


Awesome! And thanks for connecting. Incidentally, as you might be aware, I am a novelist, with three novels to my credit, titled, ALL ABOUT BRIAN, THE LION AND THE SUN, BETTER LAZTE THAN NEVER. Please join my network and keep up the good work.

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