How many muses have you had before me, o fickle jade? I’ve seen you tweak the nose of profundity before running away laughing – but always with a piece of that profundity which will complete your next meisterwerke…

Profound? Me? Never! Pretensious, maybe, very rarely profound. Poetry for me is always the product of sleep deprivation and not wanting to work.
But anyway, yes… my muse… he’s a pain in the arse, but he earns me money.

Your muse plays with you…he must see your sleep deprivation as a begging of sorts. Great work.

Thanks. I should point out that the first “line” (the microsoft thing) is a printing error and shouldn’t be there. Submitted a fix, but it’s being slow

I should probably also say that whatever my muse actually is, he’s never been that mean to me in my actual dreams about him. Most of the time he just tries on my shoes and reminds me to take my pills most of the time. Except one time I asked him what he is and he said he was my muse, so I just took that idea and ran with it. For all I know he’s a product of too much cheese before bedtime, but I like to imagine he’s there.

Is Muse predictable in your dreams? does he ever become angry? Do you think there could be someone who shares your dreams from the view of Muse?

Nice

Hmm looks like maybe I’ll have to write an article explaining all I can remember about him. He’s not really predictable, he often looks different and he has a tendancy to do strange things; play with my stuff, try on my clothes, one time he stood on my desk. He’s very odd. I don’t remember him ever being angry, he’s usually eerily calm. He seems to get annoyed with me sometimes, but most of the time he just laughs.

I suppose he could be another dreamer, but his dreams would have to be very strange.

sounds like he sounds very naughty

I know this guy Emma! You describe him perfectly! So beautiful.

COOL!!! Great read…

commenting on poetry is always harder than anything else, one doesnt want to write trite comments like “I like it” , but where as your sleepy mind becomes creative, mine becomes non-understandable, and I fear that is where my mind is currently at, and so I simply say it was fun to read.

It is really amusing……

Loved this for its quirkiness!

nice work Emma, you really described your muse so candidly.

Well written Emma, I actually liked it even though I usually don’t go for poems that don’t rhyme. Keep up the good work.

! hmnn…fun to read!

I found it passionate…You might disagree ,but that’s the way I read it. The poem reminds me of a guy I once knew…used me tortured me, seduced others while jealousy consumed me.Passionate work are always the once I like best

Any sort of love is passionate, and I love my muse. I have to, else I wouldn’t be able to write and draw and do all the other things I do.

I meant ones not once.

and thank you as well for the wonderful read,nice piece

You’re very fortunate to have such a muse! Great read

The imagery in this is beautiful. A great piece.

So original, where do you find one?!

Ive had similar dreams and visions, great write

What lovely painful words you express but very true for all of us. sometimes I rather feel quite abandoned when I really need inspiration and then he turns up when I least expect him. I think the muse tortures me.

You expressed this very well. I really enjoyed reading your poem. Great work!!!!

Your muse is your reality whatever, and he inspires your imagination,a very thought provoking piece.
What a treasured mentor you have, I sense you both have mischief lurking beneath ….

It’s very good, though I’m trying to guess what your Muse is? A second-hand vibrator maybe?

Sounds like Drew.

You and he must spend a good deal of time together. Friendship is a lovely thing in any context.