There is a certain Muse that keeps me company from time to time. When she is not around, I lose my creative bearings in the thickets of a writer’s block.
My Muse is somewhere around,
Frolicking with the wind, the sun, moon and stars;
She’s as haughty as can be.
She’s a teaser.
With each visit, she brings gifts of poesy,
All wrapped up with ribbons that glitter.
There are moments when we walk
Among flowers and trees;
We hold hands and wonder
At the lightning and thunder,
At the blue sky and clouds,
As we mindfully talk
About birds winging by,
The murmuring brook,
The distant hills , blades of grass,
The trees, the mountains and lakes.
She’s always in a hurry
And soon I lose my creating bearings
In the thickets of a writer’s block.
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