Waiting for My Muse To Arrive
Waiting on my muse to arrive
In the meantime I’ll stay busy
Maybe get some fresh air
Go out for a drive.
Words are floating
I just need to
I Have Nothing
My words are coming in scattered
This week, no poet in me.
Nonsense words are all I see.
Bits and pieces
No focus, this week is a mess.
My muse has
Gone on vacation, I guess
And left me here while she rests.
If nothing lasts forever
Then nothing it may be
Unless that muse returns
With gifts of words for me.
(Early Monday Morning)
I waited around for Inspiration
But she was nowhere to be found
Then I called out to my muse
And she seemed to be out of town.
“Oh well,” I thought, “maybe another time
I’m sure they’ll return again.”
But I didn’t expect banging on my brain
At 3 A…M…! Why then?
My muse had been on a vacation
And I know this will sound absurd
But there she was on my bed
Dumping out a souvenir bag full of words.
“Here ya go, Sweetie. I didn’t forget.
I collected these while I was away.”
Well great! I’m glad you came back to me
But it’s 3 AM. Leave me alone. Go away!
Then Inspiration pops her head in
And says, “Can I come in bed with you too?
I have this great idea
And I just couldn’t wait to tell you.”
Oh, for goodness sake.
I guess I might as well get up!
I’m going to go make some coffee.
Anyone else want a cup?