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.


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!
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One Response to The Muse

  1. Jennie Fiumefreddo says:

    SO TRUE!

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