In search of story

July 12.20: Coping


My muse! Impertinent,

wayward thing!

Taunting me

on mighty wing!

Graceful she,

in bluest height,


as I try to write.

I watch her float,

from earth unbound,

while I, like stone,

am stuck to ground.

In those clouds




She could bring it

to cloddish me,

but prefers to soar


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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