Trees shaped
by north winds
A poet hit
then blessed
by a star
Still his pen
got nothing to write
For if the muse can’t choose
Nothing is there to do
But wait till the winds
Swirl from south.
Image> The birds were here yesterday by Adolf Panonskij
6 comments:
Lovely poem Dulce as always. Related to....inspiration maybe? that comes and goes with the wind and when you dont expect it.
I like the picture...but if the muse is choosy, we can only wait for the winds from the south ~
Happy Sunday to you~
sometimes you have to do just that...wait for the wind...i am a firm believer in writing anyway...its not always good but gives the muse something to work with...
Dulce...poet hit, blessed by a star. I like Brian's "Write anyway"...like "practice violin every day"
or technique will fade away...
Ditch the muse. Just write.
Joy always,
Susan
Yep, the wind always has it. And you can't tame the wind, or even see it.
I like the idea of the trees shaped by North winds, so many of those, scraggly spruce mostly on the bay cliffs in Canada where I grew up.
xo
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