Monday, March 20, 2006

Lost for Words

My muse shows up
at the strangest times.
Last night
it was in the middle of a hot dream
shouting “get your lover-boy rump up
I’ve got something to say!”
She’s rudely interrupted
in conversations with good friends—
“excuse me I have to go drain my muse”.
Or, taps me on my shoulder
going 80 mph,
reminding me I have a bad memory, so
I’d better stop and find a pen.
But, when all is quiet,
and the interests of the day
are snuggled up tight in trash bags, or
sleeping peacefully under
a cloud of snores,
she sits with me at the keyboard,
silent,
not musing a damned word!

(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)

6 comments:

Aurora said...

She just emailed me and said you're spreading rumours about her, and she doesn't appreciate it. She doesn't want to be blamed for your shortcomings. ;-)

Pincushion said...

She's certainly a naughty one, isn't she! Maybe she's just feeling ignored and wants your attention! ;)

mushsis said...

superbly inspired! you may say such things about her but it looks like she's getting the job done ;)

polona said...

wow!

its_baxter said...

oh no...not my vows. i'm not getting married for a long time.

oh, the irony. this is good.

Pat Paulk said...

Thanks everybody!