What Is This Muse

[pegesus]

Sometimes I wonder at the insistence writing has become
then I begin to wonder why some are touched....others are not
just where do these ideas and inspirations come from
what is this muse all poets seem to live with

Ideas that seem to just pop into our heads...where ever we may be
how any night are we awakened...forced to write them down
or at the strangest places...to just sit down and madly write
what is this muse all poets seem to live with


As we work...play...or just live...only to be rudely interrupted
another inspiration has hit...must write this down
to write it down...lest we forget its importance to the world
what is this muse all poets seem to live with

We are enslaved to this inconsiderate master...who must be obeyed
this demanding...this invisible thing...that resides within our minds
demanding us to drop everything...just to write to the world
what is this muse all poets seem to live with

[Brigid Briton]

Hi Peg,

It's nice to see you back here after such a long absence. Yes, this is familiar, to most, if not all of us, indeed. Your feelings of not exactly having free will are well-expressed. Personally, I'm beginning to think of my muse rather as a fuse...

I hope we'll be seeing a lot more of you here.

Brigid

[Lisa Arnold]

Hi Peg,

I remember you from my site Echoes...it is so good to see you at Brigid's wonderful site!

great poetry as always...I hope to see you around here more often

[SweetSilverBird]

This is a super poem for evoking the idea of a real buzzing puzzlement. I can 'hear' the frustration. But nevermind. Just write!

[pegesus]

thanks everyone for such nice words, and yes it is good to be back....there has been so much upheavel in my life recently that i sorta dropped off the face of the earth, but i think i have crawled back in one piece. Lisa, it is good to see you again, especially since im back in your next of the woods....well, maybe a bit more down river. Thanks Deb for the ego boost, i needed that
love and hugs
mary etta