On My Way to My Muse

On my way to my Muse

I must clean off the kitchen table

And put the dishes in the dishwasher

And load clothes in the washing machine.

On my way to my Muse

I must get my favorite pen

And find a special journal

And finish writing out the bills

And pick up my messages

So I can have silence.

On my way to my Muse

I must get rid of all my doubts

And my share of not being good enough

And not being organized

And not being ready for success.

And so on my way to my Muse

I must call for a session to remove my doubts

And get a massage to relieve my tensions

So I know that I am the best I can be.

Then I reach out again to my Muse

And I find my hands aren’t quite clean enough

And my space isn’t clear

And I haven’t finished my chores,

And so I write her a letter

And ask her to forgive me

And to come again when I am ready.

© Hilda Ward, 2014

The Muse of Poetry by Konsantin Makovsky
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