A creative block
Need not be a lock.
The Muse is just biding her time,
As you must bide yours
'Til she opens the doors
To show you the hint of a rhyme.
You may have to swerve
If she's tossed you a curve.
Take your time to observe
Ere you lift up your pen.
If you've emptied your plate
Or erased the whole slate
Then you just have to wait
'Til she fills them again.
Banging your head
On the foot of your bed
Accomplishes nothing, dear friend.
It's patience you need
'Till your Muse plants the seed,
And all will come "write" in the end.
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3 comments:
Well sung! But one would expect a muse of meters to be punctual and regular so as to leave no man wonder when she would arrive?
Aww, this is great! You are such a poet! I love how you have your blog set up with everyone's avatar....ahem except a few...hint..hint.
Just kidding, I know you have been out of the game for a while. Keep getting better so Little Wind and I can chase ya! Whoo Hoo!
Wonderful and inspiring...and wise:-) Yes, no bashing head, much pain no gain:-)
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