The Muse

Scraps of paper are stuffed by the bed in case The Muse inspires me.

Never know when she will strike — in the midst of day

Or dead of night.

I only know that when she does, I must be ready

Or these images of words will be lost to me forever.

Advertisements

About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
This entry was posted in poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

1 Response to The Muse

  1. Jennie Fiumefreddo says:

    SO TRUE!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s