(photopainting by jdb)
Amused
When she enters, I’m in her thrall,
and I have no control at all.
Sometimes she carries a riding crop
and drives me on so I can’t stop.
She rides in smoothly from my dreams
inspiring reams and reams and reams
that must be written when I wake.
I’m driven onward for her sake.
If my muse should feel abused,
believe me, she is not amused.
She mounts my back and spurs me on
until all her words are gone––
released upon the teeming pages
while she rides off to join the sages
sitting there upon the shelf,
and I am left with just myself.
About “photopainting”: the photo above was created using only iPhoto tools from this original taken at my favorite crazy story (Galeria El Triunfo) in Guadalajara yesterday :
Today’s prompt was Muse.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I enjoyed the poem!
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Thanks, Jada.
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Cool picture and poem.
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What a lovely lacy effect!
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That is a beautiful poem which aptly describes our muses! Well crafted and fun to read out loud too!!
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My muse has an amusing way of watching me struggle with a word and pops in when least expected with her own solution. Always love to hear your rhyming skills. Loved your poem, Judy. ❤
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I know.. Exactly the same thing happens to me.. Usually when I just put the poem down and do something else for awhile.
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Thus the word a-muse-ing.
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😉
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Excellent!
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