Who Knows For J T Earley Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Who Knows

I wonder where muses reside.
Externally or deep inside
some remote corner of the brain.
A quiet spot where they can gain

full access to your memories.
Which they manipulate with ease,
inserting things you could not know.
About events too long ago

for you to possibly recall.
The screaming of a minie ball
as butternut fought with blue grey.
As if you heard it yesterday.

Is my muse an entity
who has her own identity.
Or just another part of me
which can act independently.

Forgive me if I seem confused
sometimes I think I’m being used
Who really writes my poetry
is it my muse or is it me.

4-Jul-08

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