and so I sit once more
contemplating the words
still echoing in the past
waiting for her return
she comes to me quietly
a shadow that fades away
when ever I turn to see
a glimpse nothing more
the muse is a mystery
never one to be tamed
living by her own rules
always a welcome guest
never answering a call
there when she wishes
filling a certain need
only she can understand
I love and hate her
all in the same breath
for the inspiration given
and the long wait for it
perhaps it is just me
and I do not need muse
perhaps it is my crutch
but I won't push my luck
thank you for coming
to rescue me once more
a center for my focus
letting the words flow free
Relationships are always complex, even with muses and/or just parts of one's self. A very intriguing topic....the passion in this poem is strong. It shows in the way you used the words...it flowed. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteI like this poem too. It expresses the emotions very well.
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