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
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