My muse doesn’t inhibit fancy locations,
She resides in everyday people i see,
Calmly, collectively as a ray,
Her voice is waiting to explode through ink, painted across blank sheets,
I nudge her to hop over and leave me alone,
For sleepless nights and silent skies i don’t want company,
Distant, I may seem,
Not answering those beautiful comments on my blog,
When you know life’s swamp has sucked you enough,
Yet my muse wants to be heard,
to grab a pen and paper,
My muse is at work,
The hands that write, a relentless voice that needs to be heard over and over.
Thank you all my amazing blogger friends for stopping by, reading, and your amazing, thoughtful comments even though I haven’t been able to reciprocate. My muse and I thank you very much for your patience and presence.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Ingrid for hosting Poetics on dVerse. The prompt asks us to describe our muse. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.