The wandering muse is a whimsical captor
Choosing randomly its slave
Lavishing gifts of thoughts and words
art and music
Nurturing the fledgling
Giving it wings
Letting it soar
Yet
Like a deft kite-flyer
Controlling the flight
Then suddenly when it takes her fancy
Moving on
Leaving one bereft of all thoughts
Refusing to be tied to one place
To be held captive
The wandering muse wanders away
There are some who learn well under her tutelage
Honing the art to a fine craft
Able to connect with her every now and then
But to others
She proves elusive
Showing a spark initially
They fizzle out once she is no longer there
The wandering muse
Like a gust of wind
Shakes up the soul
Smudging it with an illusion
That becomes a reality
In the swirling and the whirling mind of the creator
So when the wandering muse holds you…
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oh what a delightful description of the creative process!
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Thanks dear Kate! 🙂
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you’re always welcome, thanks for sharing your talent!
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Wonderful Punam
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Thank you so much Lorraine.
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Ah, I wish Muse may ever remain with you!! 🙂
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That is so kind of you! Thank you so very much. 🙂
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Ah, yes. the muse tends to come and go as it pleases. Wandering is the perfect word. Well-said, Punam.
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So it does. Thank you so very much, Inky. 🙂
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You are kindly welcome, Punam 🙂
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