My Muse

The muse whispers quietly in my ear Just loud enough to hear quite clear I know she will not leave me Being persistent and not setting me free She continues this way Not leaving having her say Until I am left with no choice Choosing the words that give me my voice Do you hear it too Pleading to complete your project through Whether to guide each of your brush strokes Drawing you in as it is no hoax To carve something in your mind pictured so clear Out of wood stone or metal each finished with flourish so dear For your Muse is never far Sitting on your shoulder as a bright twinkling star. © Paul Warren Poetry