She wakes me with words
in the wee early hours
Slaps me with simile
I respond with a glower
"Don't make me write
not now, when you'd like"
I put up a fight
And head for the shower.
We wrestle for space
in a brain that's chock full
"No more!" I implore
My to-do list has pull
"Your ideas are great
and your words I should make
Don't make the mistake
of heeding my bull."
Each step in my life
makes metaphores fall
Some wish for this gift
and I cherish it all
Truely I do
When deign to take cues
and let the words through
I feel one with all.
She pushed me to blog
a poem a day
a weak link, me thinks,
But the Muse has her say
So I sit, and I type
I feel weak. I feel trite.
this poem ain't quite right
But I'm done for today.
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