Muse -- Reprise

I like writing poems.
I like the poems I've written.
I am proud of my works
And proud of myself.
I feel better for having written them.
 
But sometimes,
The feeling of relief
When at last the Muse lets go
Is so profound
That I wish I'd never started
The most recent fit of writing.
 
Sometimes,
I'm very tired
But the fit comes on anyway.
 
I get to feeling
Like a wrung out wash cloth.
 
Let go!
Leave me alone!
A little peace and quiet
If you please, Muse?
 
But you cannot
And I cannot.
 
Oh well,
Here we go again.
Peace will have to wait.



12 September 2000

by Bill Cattey

Notes on this poem.

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