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Seeking My Muse

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

Seeking My Muse

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.

Deserted by my muse.

Deserted by my muse.

In Conclusion

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

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