Sometimes when the muse comes
It is not very amusing,
It often comes when I cannot write.
As I step into the shower
The muse flows down with the spray,
And if I try to remember as I step out
The words seem to flow away
With the water.
As I drive, the muse overtakes me,
Smiling and gesturing,
Shouting “You can’t catch me!”
There are then the times
When I can catch the muse
And we live in harmony.
It is always with me
As I walk by My River,
Where the words can be found,
As I stop and put them to paper.
The muse can be teasing,
Where the words are just out of reach.
And it keeps pulling them away,
Only to release them with a smile.
Yes, the muse can be frustrating,
But I am glad that it is there,
As without it,
These words would not be written.