My muse
She speaks to me
Flirting
Her hand on my shoulder
Disappearing just as I turn
Into the crowd of thoughts
That never end
But in the final
Quietest hours of the night
She finds me
The games end
Hand in hand
We become one
She is me
And I am her.
About My Muse:
If you’re a writer, you may have read this poem and immediately clocked what it’s about. Being a writer is such a funny thing, at least that’s been my experience. The words come naturally but only when they are ready. You almost have to seduce them, coax them out. The quiet of the night is often best for that. Today has been one of those days where the words didn’t come naturally and so I thought maybe I’ll write a poem about it.
I like how the poem turned out. That it was flirty and open ended. I’m really enjoying poems like that right now. Or maybe I’m just really sleep deprived…
The poem was loosely inspired by one I read on Dawn Benedict’s blog quite a while back. I can’t remember the exact one but feel free to check out her blog here. She shares amazing poetry and short stories on there. She’s also just generally a really awesome person and writer.
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