Muses Run WildA Poem by RachelleBYes, thank God I still have a sense of humor; a pin-prick through ridiculous and wrung out in dry sarcasm. Laughing to myself at my own thoughts, witty and itching to be put right down on some piece of paper, quick and not reluctant. Sort of like a trance; go where it leads, write what they said a long time ago or maybe it was up ahead bouncing around my weary head too fast before a thought, then out through this quivering hand; nothing that I’d normally seek. Must only be the Muses playing hide and seek. My lamp light blows out, suddenly here and suddenly now as I scribble this vow. This confirms sincere intention of their divine intervention.
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