Chatterbox Muse
Sometimes I can’t go to sleep;
because she just won’t shut up!
Obsessive chatterbox, interrupts until I put
pen to paper or brush to canvas.
The many nights she’s had me working at
two, three or four am;
she doesn’t stop until her imagery has a physical home.
My walls are full of her mid-night neighborhoods,
Bold-colored tantrums and ravings.
My hand aches; searing pains wreak havoc
on spent tendons but, she won’t shut up.
My journals are clogged from her cries,
jokes and yes, wisdom.
My life is full because of her, even without rest.
Somehow, sleeplessness is insignificant
in the light of her gifts.
I never want to live without Muse.
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