Taunting Muse.

Goldfinch60



It can be so elusive sometimes,

But can come to you in such difficult times.

In the shower,

Driving the car,

In Church,

In the toilet,

At three in the morning.

That muse seems to taunt you

At all times.

And the moment you are free

To write your words

It is gone,

Until the next time,

When it cannot be used.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 15th, 2022 01:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: This probably happens to many of us.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 27
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Comments9

  • orchidee

    Good write Gold.
    Yes, by the time we come to write down, it's gone from our minds! Sometimes we may recall the words though.

  • dusk arising

    And I sometimes try to capture my thoughts on a notepad app on my phone. Writing this I just realised I could actually record it on my phone. Isn't technology wonderful - if only us old gits could work out how to use it.
    It's taken me years to work out how to transfer files from my phone to laptop. It's a blumming phone for gawds sake, for phoning people, thats why it's called a phone..... shut-up dusky, he doesn't want to hear your rant.

    • Goldfinch60

      I even speak to my 'phone sometimes with ideas for words - it just laughs at me!

      Andy

    • Doggerel Dave

      Need to find a heavy duty kind of bog paper, Andy. Write round the instruction to 'Now wash your hands' (but note carefully and obey as appropriate). this gives you time, and can ease the urgency of your evacuation.
      Alternative strategies with respect to the other situations you posit are available upon application.

      • Goldfinch60

        True Dave, but that was back in the day when Izal was being used - sore bums for all.

        Andy

        • Doggerel Dave

          Not prepared to make the sacrifice for your art, Andy?......Oh my....commitment, commitment required here, surely?

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        • L. B. Mek

          so true Andy, sometimes
          that ephemeral poetic, light
          of inspiration, dissipates
          between our imagination's, thought conjuring
          and the time it takes us, to pull out
          our notepads and mobile devices..
          (loved the scenic video btw)

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you Mek, it is amazing that those thoughts of words can be so easily forgotten.

            Andy

          • Fay Slimm.

            Ha - - I buy pens that can write upside down for when the Muse wakes me during the night - - oh what a life us poets must lead. Its when words appear as I am under the shower that touble can start.

            • Goldfinch60

              So right Fay, the words those words that come to us in the shower are an absolute nuisnace.

              Andy

            • Rocky Lagou

              Exactly. Literally perfect epitome of us poets trying to find that inspiration. It's elusive.

              • Goldfinch60

                Thank you Rocky.

                Andy

              • FallenAngel1🕊

                This is why I always have pens and paper within my immediate reach at all times,..without exception. Tip: if you sit like a girl while you pee,it really frees up your hands😂 Cheers Andy,always a pleasure🍻🌞🕊

                • Goldfinch60

                  I too have pens and notebooks all over but still the muse can find a way of coming when I cannot reach them WJG.

                  Andy

                • Crowns4Christ

                  This is So TRUE Andy,oh my goodness, this happens all the time,we can't always have something to write with handy

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Than you Melissa, yes it can happen so often.

                    Andy

                  • Jon Nakapalau

                    Very nice!

                    • Goldfinch60

                      Thank you Jon.

                      Andy



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