Joe Murphy Poet Verse

When the Muse Calls

All consuming grey upon grey 
grey
Leaves etched against a 
tranquil sombre sky
A flock of geese flies 
homeward overhead
Dragging the curtain of night 
as it passes by

Lights light the eyes of nearby 
silent houses
Flags lie dormant waiting for a 
lifting breeze
There's threatening rain visible 
on the horizon
Keeping birds tucked safe and 
warm in nearby trees. 

As I stand here alone 
enveloped in this scenario
My family is inside doing what 
families do
Giving me the space to try to 
catch the rhythm
Slave to the poetry muse, 
which is nothing new.

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Casarah Nance June 12, 2014 at 8:25 PM I often find my muse is a clever one, she likes to strike when i am in the shower or driving. If i sat and sought the sky, she would not come to me. Hope you find your rhythm, your stage is set well, commence the play :) Joe Murphy June 13, 2014 at 9:57 AM Thank you for yor kind words. Yes, the muse is definitely a crafty one but thank the Lord she graces us with her presence every once in a while.