The Meeting Place
What are you waiting for––
divine inspiration?
Do you think Shakespeare waited for his muse?
And if your muse came,
would you even recognize her?
Will she wear long white flowing robes?
Will she play a lute or will your voice
be her instrument?
Will she whisper in your ear or speak to you
though your mind?
And will she be beautiful or will that even matter?
As you age will your muse age with you
or is she perpetually young?
And what about wisdom?
Will it be your own acquired wisdom or hers
that will make your words cut like a knife
though the soft texture of days,
that will give them purpose
when those around you
fail and fall
into the magnetic cloud
of forgetfulness or boredom?
What if as you sit there
waiting for your muse,
watching reality TV
or doing crossword puzzles,
your muse is waiting for you
in the keys of your computer
or in your pen point?
What if she has been lolling all these years
in the pages
of that lined notebook
sitting empty on your shelf?
I keep telling you
that every day I see her
pass behind you
as you pine for her,
always looking
in the opposite
direction.
The MVB PROMPT today is meetings.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
This made me laugh. So many voices (and moods) going on in my head, I am likely looking in the “opposite direction.”
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So your muse told me to tell you to shift your gaze a bit, Vj!!!
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Lol. Okey dokey 🥰
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This is terrific Judy!
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Really nicely done 👌
Now, for a laugh, ask my search bar for a poem titled, “To the Muse, of a Refreshingly Peaceful Evening.” I know you’ll relate! 🙋
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This is a wonderful poem Judy. I never thought about having a muse. I write when I feel that I can give my full attention to what I’m writing.
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Amusing. We do sabotage our writing efforts through inattention, don’t we?
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Musing about the muse-well done, Judy.
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