Mmd Poem by Lynn Anne Brown

Sometimes I suffer from MMD
Multiple Muse Disorder

Should I draw or paint
Write poetry or prose
Just let the sun fall on my face
Or join folk as we clean the grove
Dance to a music that not all hear
Or catch it's strains
In an echoed word

Will I find a way?

To paint my mind
So shades of light
And dark can find
A voice to speak
Their common will

Perhaps one day
I'll learn to say
The things I get
To hear today

But till then
I'll listen well
Whenever the muses
Weave their spell