The Sleeping Muse

When no words gush from off the pen’s felt tip,
why do I feel discouraged in this way?
I think I might just book a skiing trip
where snow is slick and fun to ride in sleigh.
snow #4 005

If that would wake my muse and start the flow
once more to roll new words onto the page,
then I would surely find a place to go
to feel as free as crows outside of cage.

But no! There’s not a place, where snow is deep.
No way to wake my muse although I try.
He snuggles tighter for long winter’s sleep.
It is my wish that no one hears me cry.
And so, downcast, I pull on cozy cap.
lean back into my chair and start to nap.

c Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

4 comments on “The Sleeping Muse

  1. patlaster says:

    Great blank verse!!!! But I always thought the Muse was a “she.” Who knew?

    Like

  2. Catherine Johnson says:

    Oh Freeda that is wonderful and what a shame I can’t borrow it 😉 I have nothing yet for today. I might have to be spontaneous.

    Like

Your comment shines like a star above Banner Mountain

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s