When I can’t find it
I go through the house and I clean
While I think to myself deep thoughts
Then I ask myself where it is that I’ve seen
My Muse
How do I find my muse?
I go through my day at my very own pace
I put off all that has no need
I take deeper breaths
so that my muse I feed
Remembering life is
no race
How do I find my muse?
All the weeks’ stresses I lose
When I find the perfect place to sit back and kick off my shoes
I shut out the world
I turn off the news
While in that moment
I write about whatever I choose
I write about happiness, love, or about the blues
How do I find my muse?
I listen to the music and each word for so long
I listen to nature,
and to how, on the breeze, the birds carry their song
Or I respect the silence
And how, when I need it
It can really be heard
Shhh!
Mum’s the word…
I become my spirit within
Then there it is
My Muse
Let the creativity begin
-Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin © 2011
Thanks ma. I actually wish to be one and wouldn’t mind to be mentored. Thank you.
You are such a gifted writer! I think one of the [impossible?] things I would have done if I could go invisible was to find someone like you and watch how such inspiration flows to you, and watch how you tap into it, and watch you turn it into such a mind blowing and soul catching scripts, then mark where you are so I could come and learn from you when I return to reality.
Thank you. I’m glad you enjoy them. Looks like you are a talented writer as well.