Jean Murray Poet Rhyme

Mischief

I am a slave to my emotions
When my muse is on the loose,
She cares not what state I'm in.
I know she does not give a hoot.

I start to write not knowing where
she plans to lead me if I dare.
Back in time to my broken heart.
Or leaping forward to a fresh start.

Often she's in her impish mode.
At times like those I really scold.
Occassionally she's hot and bothered,
saying things she knows she oughtn'd.

She plays with words and loves to rhyme.
Mixing and matching until they chime.

To think that I had lost my voice.
With a husband who removed all choice.
My poor little muse suffercating inside.
Go ahead Precious, I've turned the tide.

09/04/2016
A traditional four line rhyming poem with a little twist added.
For MISCHIEF contest.

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Jan Allison November 9, 2018 at 4:51 PM Dropping back with my congratulations on your win jean :-) Hugs Jan xx Jean Murray November 9, 2018 at 4:58 PM Hi Jan. So nice to see you as always, especially after a rough day at the office. I confess to reading more than writing this winter. Your kind comment calls me back.

Sandra Haight October 4, 2018 at 7:15 PM You have a delightful muse, Jean! I enjoyed your poem and congratulations on your win! Hugs, Sandra Jean Murray October 4, 2018 at 8:21 PM Thank you Sandra.

Janice Canerdy October 4, 2018 at 5:27 PM So well done, Jean! CONGRATS! Janice Jean Murray October 4, 2018 at 5:29 PM Thank you Janice.

Seosamh De Burca September 26, 2016 at 5:27 PM Beautifully written Jean. Jean Murray September 26, 2016 at 6:55 PM I am now number 26 in the top 100 contest poets Seosamh. I cannot believe it myself. Hurry up and overtake me. You are well able.

Jan Allison September 7, 2016 at 2:01 AM I can relate to every single line Jean and reading your comments oh how I have changed since I first picked up my pen - fabulous poem and I love your humour my friend:-) hugs Jan xx Jean Murray September 7, 2016 at 2:55 AM JAN....I was just thinking this comment may be from you, before I read it. Amazing, my telapathic friend. It's impossible to explain to those who do not write poetry the precious gift it is.

CayCay Godwin September 6, 2016 at 2:20 PM What a thrill to read your poem. I totally enjoyed this effort, Jean - it has me smiling deeply and sincerely ... CayCay Jean Murray September 6, 2016 at 3:05 PM I always consider your praise as high praise CayCay. Thank you.

Daniel Turner September 5, 2016 at 5:24 PM I love your muse Jean. She is all the things you say she is. That is why I love her. Really a fun and smart write. Good luck! Jean Murray September 6, 2016 at 9:19 AM Thank you so much Daniel. I appreciate your warm visits.

Arthur Vaso September 4, 2016 at 11:47 PM We are glad the tides have changed!!!! Hugs! Jean Murray September 5, 2016 at 12:56 PM I would not recognise myself now from 6 years ago Arthur. I even sang for the first time in 25 years of work functions, only 5 years ago. My green fingers have transformed the wilderness of a garden left by the gardener (my x husband) .The only thing that has deepened is my love for my children.