(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.
My muse is also a cruel mistress
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Oooh. I love this Judy
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Wow!
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Your muse was s very powerful.
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She does a consistently good job
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She says to thank you for those kind words.
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I’m not especially pleased with her at present because she woke me up at 4:30 with a poem. Don’t know how she intuits the prompt words ahead of time, but she seems to know when they are all in. In this case, one wasn’t, but she plowed ahead anyway.
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🙂
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