The muse whispers quietly in my ear
Just loud enough to hear quite clear
I know she will not leave me
Being persistent and not setting me free
She continues this way
Not leaving having her say
Until I am left with no choice
Choosing the words that give me my voice
Do you hear it too
Pleading to complete your project through
Whether to guide each of your brush strokes
Drawing you in as it is no hoax
To carve something in your mind pictured so clear
Out of wood stone or metal each finished with flourish so dear
For your Muse is never far
Sitting on your shoulder as a bright twinkling star.
© Paul Warren Poetry
For your Muse is never far Sitting on your shoulder as a bright twinkling star. ~ yes, it's true; but we deny it because of lacking power to get/seize it by heart; great to read, congrats for being selected the poem as POD
2) Heartiest of Conrats, Paul on POD! I really enjoyed this amazing poem!
Paul, you have done a truly admirable job in honoring Muse. So many of us forget, or are incognizant of, the fact that all of our creativity comes from the universe. We are simply tapping into that miraculous source.
A sweet poem.Muses are always sweet for Nature is directly musing to the poet! To share it is really impossible. Still the attempt is always welcome! Congrats poet! .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful my comrade