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Joyce Johnson
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0 posted 08-01-2001 01:44 AM       View Profile for Joyce Johnson   Email Joyce Johnson   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Joyce Johnson

I haven't done my chores today,
I'm sitting here a sight.
My mind won't leave my hands alone.  
It's urging them to write.
I'm remembering what my mother said,
"You're wasting precious time.
All that silly scribbling
Will not bring a single dime."
My mother is not here now
It's myself I'm listening to.
"What are you sitting there for?
There's so much work to do."
I know my dishes are unwashed,
My beds have not been made.
My fingers must write down the verse
That in my mind is played.

My two sides keep on warring
Over how I spend my time.
My right side knows there's work to do,
The left side wants to rhyme.
At end of day I'll either have
A poem or shining house.
Whichever side wins for the day,
The other one will grouse.
"I have a plan," the right side cried,
"I think it would be best.
Just give me eight hours of the day
And you can have the rest."
Tthat isn't fair," my left side said,
"It's one more evil plot.
The work will always be there,
The muse you know, may not."

"When inspiration strikes me,
I must be free to write.
It matters not the time of day,
In morning or at night."
The lesson that my mother taught
And I have learned too well,
"Wait until your tasks are through
Before you sit a spell."
I'm so afraid my conscience
Will let my right side win.
When that happens, it may be,
I'll never write again.
Mother Dear, release me
From your words of long ago.
You could not have known, how
My poems would help me grow.

When I am feeling lonely and
The blues won't go away,
I write a little verse or two,
To brighten up the day.
If a visitor should come today
And find my house a mess,
I'll just show her what I've written
And then I will confess
I'd much rather write my poetry
Than sweep a dirty floor.
I'm afraid if I ignore her
My muse will come no more.
So please excuse the clutter,
But work you know, will stay.
If I answer not my muse's call,
She may just go away.

By Joyce 7/31/01


© Copyright 2001 Joyce I Johnson - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 08-01-2001 09:37 AM       View Profile for wandering glider   Email wandering glider   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for wandering glider

"The work will always be there,
The muse you know, may not."
I agree!
And what chore, even finished, could ever be as satisfying as the completed poem?
Amidst my undone chores, I'm enjoying this, Joyce.
    

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~=====}:
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2 posted 08-01-2001 08:38 PM       View Profile for catalinamoon   Email catalinamoon   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit catalinamoon's Home Page   View IP for catalinamoon

Youu and me both, Joyce.
Write on.
Sandra
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3 posted 08-02-2001 04:15 PM       View Profile for Dopey Dope   Email Dopey Dope   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Dopey Dope

A poem well done. I enjoyed it immensely.
Marge Tindal
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4 posted 08-02-2001 04:43 PM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Joyce~

With pen in hand
I sweep the room
Gathering many a dusty thought
Knowing that when I am through
It's dust-bunny muses I have caught~

This poem is ADORABLE !
Thank you for the levity.
Now if we could just teach those muses to fold the laundry ...

*giggles*
~*Marge*~

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Yu Lan
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5 posted 08-11-2001 03:24 AM       View Profile for Yu Lan   Email Yu Lan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Yu Lan

This is.. !!   I love it. Oh, I can't stop smiling, the times I've been nagged to stop writing and empty the dishwasher, stop writing and clean my bedroom, fold some washing, ironging.. and the inspiration comes at the strangest times! Heh, it grabbed me on the way to a restaurante once, and I was desperately searching for some paper, or a pen to write on my hand, but there was none! *gasp* And.. it got away..  
Enjoyed muchly
Lynne

“One word can be magical. Imagine then, the effect of several words, together..”

 
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