Monday, April 23, 2007

Moonshine Muse

Another poem about writing a poem,
which means, my muse is no where to be found.
I’ve looked in the bottle of beer I’m drinking,
she’s not surfing the foamy waves of my thirst.

There are kids across the street
batting a ball over the sound of laughter,
but I don’t see her in the gray of dusk, nor
in the audience of grandparent eyes.

Stirred the stew of paper on my desk,
her carrot head didn’t roll to the top.
She’ll sashay her butt in around dawn, likely,
stinking of shine from the ladle of the moon.

16 comments:

Cathy said...

I thought that spring was supposed to bring inspiration? But it has also suppressed mine.
You will get your muse back....

floots said...

for someone with no muse that's one hell of a final image pat
loved it

Janice Thomson said...

Wow Pat! Your muse seems to be definitely working at full speed...the imagery here is awesome..I love this. It's interesting when we feel the most incompetent our work receives great reviews :)

Pris said...

Well, she showed up in this poem for sure!!

Grammie said...

Congratulations, you have won a "Thinking Blog Award" !
I have tagged you for this honor because of your 'thoughtful' poetry. Here is the info that I was sent: (see my blog for more details) : )

Should you choose to participate, please make sure you pass this list of rules to the blogs you are tagging. I thought it would be appropriate to include them with the meme.

The participation rules are simple:


1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think,
2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme,
3. Optional: Proudly display the 'Thinking Blogger Award' with a link to the post that you wrote (there is an alternative silver version if gold doesn't fit your blog).

gautami tripathy said...

Great way to call the muse. I called my muse by finshing a villanelle!

JaneDoughnut said...

some of your "museless" poems would be great for ByLine Magazine. I've been reading them for years, and they always include a selection of writing about writing.

Nancy said...

"She’ll sashay her butt in around dawn".
love the word sashay....

Kai C. said...

this is a wonderful piece!

lainey said...

wonderful piece
of metapoetry.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

you found it! (I've been having a lot of days like that recently. Maybe it's the weather.)

Katie McKenna said...

that's funny Pat! :) Your writing is always wondrous!

daisies said...

hee hee .. this is exactly how i feel but you have said it with such style ~ fantastic imagery :)

polona said...

your muse surely hides in the most peculiar places.
love this!!!

Pat Paulk said...

Yeah, she wander in drunk on moonshine. She's about to get back to normal.

Thanks Floots!!

Janice, when I feel blocked I write about writing. Seems to help. Thanks!!

Thanks Pris!!

Grammie, you have honored me. I've been accused of being provocative, but never thought provoking. Like you I can't just list 5, I'd have to list most of my links in the sidebar. But, I'll give it try. Thank you!!

Gautami, yes you did! And, she answered the call too!!

Jane, thank you!! Think I will give them a try.

Nancy, I love that word too. It has character. Thanks!!

Thanks Kai!!

Thanks Lainey!!

Andrew, doesn't show on your blog.

Katie, thank you!!

Daisies, it's always best to write what you feel. Thank you!!

Polona, she loves to play games. Thanks!!

dsnake1 said...

hehehee!

can i have some of that moonshine? :)