Connecting to my muse
Is not an elementary thing to do.
My muse is a night owl with wisdom and insight.
I am a human and need sleep at night.
Throughout, my life, my muse comes
In the night’s darkness to shed light
Or, to give wise words that must be heard.
My muse is a strange bird
Wanting its voice to be heard.
Often I give in and listen to my muse sing.
Writing in the middle of the night
Writing by only the glare of the computer light.
I do not fight my muse; I love to write at night.
In the night’s quiet, my muse’s voice can be heard
And it will not disturb me.
Writing during the night sets me free.
I have discovered that as I get older
I need the sleep night brings.
There have been times
When I thought sleep had set in
But my mind wanders and ponders
Till the morning hours.
I feel like a clown.
I wear a frown.
I should have written
When my muse wanted me to
Now, I am sad and blue
I did not write down what my muse wanted me to.
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