It isn't pretty,
what with The Hair standing straight up
like gray spun sugar,
and those eyes
that would rather be
Still Asleep.
Head perches
precariously
on an aching neck.
It will be a balancing act
for the next hour.
The computer clicks on.
Sadly, her Muse does not.
Muse is tired from dog-paddling
through sludge and muck
for what-feels-like Ever.
Wild Woman presses
a spot on her neck
and sends up a probe.
Somewhere in the Blogosphere
there must be an Idea.
Nope. Nuthin'.
But now Muse
is dragging herself
up out of the sludge
and is perching,
pouting,
on a lilypad,
scraping off the slime.
Something is Moving
in the Pond
like a crippled gnat,
a speck,
a microbe..........
Stay tuned.
Good morning, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteno pouting. you and your muse are both simply perfect.
ReplyDeletei love "grey spun sugar." the other day when i woke up my hair was so insanely out of control that i looked just like that crazy Harry Potter character, Bellatrix LeStrange. hah!
I recommend taking a stack of poetry books you have at your house, reading a few poems of various poets, and inspiration will come. That's a technique I use oftentimes.
ReplyDeleteWhat a word-picture you paint! Why do I see myself in there?
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You crack me up.
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