Writing poetry is an alternative form of self-expression. Every poem is a learning experience - a creative process to enrich my life.
Seeking My Muse
Unfinished poetry left with no return
Searching for my muse
Come out, come out, wherever you are
You alone stir my creative juices
Suppressed, innate creativity
To write or not to write
Floundering for inspiration and ideas
While my muse cowers in the corner
Have I ignored you for too long?
Have I sent you away for being bothersome?
I long for your inspiration
Unexpected gentle whispers
Come back to me my spark of creativity
The filter for ideas
Answer my beckoning, nourish my soul
Replenish my focus and energy
I sense the promise of your awakening
Patiently waiting for your return
Join me in the dance of words
That pirouettes in my writers mind.
In his book On Writing Stephen King said, “There is a muse, but he’s not going to come fluttering down into your writing room and scatter creative fairy-dust all over your typewriter or computer. He lives in the ground. He’s a basement kind of guy. You have to descend to his level, and once you get down there you have to furnish an apartment for him to live in. You have to do all the grunt labor, in other words, while the muse sits and smokes cigars and admires his bowling trophies and pretends to ignore you. Do you think it’s fair? I think it’s fair. He may not be much to look at, that muse-guy, and he may not be much of a conversationalist, but he’s got inspiration. It’s right that you should do all the work and burn all the mid-night oil, because the guy with the cigar and the little wings has got a bag of magic. There’s stuff in there that can change your life. Believe me, I know.”
© 2020 Audrey Hunt