My Fickle Muse
Muse sits on my shoulder
in the most embarrassing places
being frank and bolder
sometimes she even disgraces,
I find her prompting me openly
when I am completely occupied,
I must not ignore her coldly
She can be disconcertingly snide.
The toilet seems an unlikely place
When business I’m attending to,
I am seeking that private space
Where I can quietly do my do,
When she peppers me with ideas
Words, themes, phrases, then
Suggesting the bizarre and curious,
Only to leave me blank when
I no longer sit on the throne
And struggling to find her voice,
All I hear is her frustrating groan
While I struggle over a word choice.
Written July 21, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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