Maybe My Muse Poem by Ravenna Bell
Maybe My Muse
Maybe my muse
Missed me all week
Neglected for necessary
Now, hurry, again, go
Left out with laundry
Ironing, budget and bills
She sat at the foot
Of my bed humming
Quietly to herself
And me half-asleep
Inspiration unsettled
Uncovered and stirred
She shrugs when I
Mention the time
Pulls me downstairs
Points to pencil and
Paper and curls
Contented at my side
Her work done
Mine just begun
Muses have the Conscience but we have to put in the work. Aphrodite is mine and very demanding but to be fair to her I am a bit of a slob. Love the way you've tackled the subject. Worth a ten. Tom Billsborough
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5/2/2024 12:00:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
My muse deserts me quite often. (Or maybe she talks but I don't listen.) Nice approach to this problem,