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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State 
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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 |
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wandering glider Senior Member
since 2001-04-04
Posts 501aloft |
"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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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Youu and me both, Joyce. Write on. Sandra |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
A poem well done. I enjoyed it immensely.  |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
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*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Yu Lan Senior Member
since 2000-04-13
Posts 1462New Zealand |
 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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