Oddments

In search of story

July 12.20: Coping

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My muse! Impertinent,

wayward thing!

Taunting me

on mighty wing!

Graceful she,

in bluest height,

indifferent

as I try to write.

I watch her float,

from earth unbound,

while I, like stone,

am stuck to ground.

In those clouds

vocabulary,

eloquence

extraordinary.

She could bring it

to cloddish me,

but prefers to soar

metaphorically.

4 thoughts on “July 12.20: Coping

  1. Ain’t that the truth, and it’s really ticking me off. 🙂 Love this, Maureen.

  2. I perhaps shouldn’t confess this made me laugh but it did. I wonder if humans are equally infuriating to their muses?

    • Of course not! Being a rational, peace-loving, altruistic species given to protecting its environment, humans couldn’t possibly be infuriating to their muses! (And it’s OK to laugh. My muse does.)

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