The Muse
Once the Muse has found its kin,
no sooner has it captured him
or her if you prefer the other KIND
as rhapsody and verse take hold,
filling up one’s mind.
It’s not as difficult as you may think
as words pour forth from kitchen sinks,
bedroom walls, tenement halls,
rivers, rain, and snow…
when the Muse arrives
you’ll laugh and sigh
and follow where it goes.
Don’t fight the urge
to try and purge
this mystery underground,
let it take you where it will,
unequivocally unbound.
Listen
to the bitter winds raging,
howling at your door
and soon you’ll find
your rhythm, rhyme
is ever so much more,
than simple words you’ve always heard
throughout your roller coaster years.
When the Muse comes ‘round
you’ll know you’ve found
a whole new you in there.
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2023
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