Whenever My Muse Calls

Written by: Connie Gildersleeve

Whenever my muse calls
The words will always speak.
My pen will always flow
No matter where I am.
A pad I always keep.

I write parked in my car,
Or in the grocery store.
No matter where I am
My pen calls out my name.
I write until my brain is sore.

Sometimes a word or two,
Or a completed verse.
Ideas flow puzzle-like
For me to fit the pieces.
Could this be a curse or not?

Maddening at sometimes,
The creativity side of me.
Mumbling to myself.
People will always stare,
As I look back glassy-eyed

My muse will not be ignored
And my pen will always flow.