My muse at work

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.

105 words.

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.

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