Goddess of the Poetry

Rhyming is a delightful game certainly one I love to play. I thank the muse who comes to me On any given day. She sits upon my shoulder. Whispers words quite candidly. If she whispers enough of them Then sentences I see. If the words aren't written down They simply fade away. And only segments will return On an inconvenient day. I will continue doing What this presence does decree. I perceive her as a lady Goddess of the poetry.