Muse
One of Zeus’s daughters
has been whispering in my ear,
so quietly and soft
she must be very near.
Her unexpected presence
to leave a word or clever phrase,
is genuinely welcome
because for them, I get the praise!
People tell me that I’m good
and I smile contentedly,
waiting for the muse again
and the words she’ll leave for me.
Copyright © Bob Quinn | Year Posted 2006
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