like a dam slowing the flow of water,
worries flood the imagination,
stop the eager stream of words.
For days the muse has stranded me,
abandoned me,
left me blocked against a barrier
that I cannot push away.
Today I cease to struggle,
turn to flowers,
take five blooms bright as suns,
fill five shot glasses with water
let my imagination find expression
in a different way
and find a smile.
This speaks volumes, Mavis. When you cease to struggle against the tide, it carries you on the tide to a destination of new creativity - and the muse reappears in the form of five suntouched blooms.
ReplyDeleteWow,this is gorgeous Mavis! "For days the muse has stranded me, abandoned me," yet it made its surprise appearance in your beautiful flower arrangements and in the resulting lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteYes, this is a lovely post, and I totally agree with Merlene, although it's hard to hold onto what she says when you feel as though you are struggling.
ReplyDeleteThank you all so much for your positive and encouraging comments.
ReplyDeleteI hope to be back on track soon