If I Could Find My Muse...
I am always trying to grasp her,
Yet somehow she eludes my reach.
I am searching for my muse, you see,
And that's not something you can teach.
I have written some impressive poetry,
And I can paint a beautiful scene,
But the inpiration is almost exhausted,
Missing an important part of the machine.
I am seeking the exhileration I felt,
When I painted pictures just for fun.
When writing poems was not an arduous task,
It was very personal, like for my son.
But what I learned as I was searching,
Was exactly where I should begin.
My muse had never gone anywhere,
As with all of us, she resides within.
Copyright © Pauline Grass | Year Posted 2006
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