I like to write poetry. It started back in ‘99. I just started writing one day about a friend of mine. And then…my muse took a sabbatical without telling me. Apparently, it was a permanent sabbatical. So, I am only recently taking up with a new muse. But this one?? It doesn’t LEAD me with emotion the way it used to. And now…I’m slightly scared of how things won’t be the way they used to..that I don’t know how to write anymore.
I have a really good friend that has ALL of the inspiration he needs in the world at this time. He calls me after he has written a new piece–happy…gleeful even. And it seems that he writes a new one damn near everyday. I wish you all could hear him…as soon as his pen lifts from the paper he gives me a call. I am sometimes jealous at how easy it comes to him (like 5% of the time LOL)…the other 95% I am just pleased. That he would call me…even just share it with me.
Maybe one day…I will get back to that. Mostly, though, I shall live vicariously through others’ inspiration.
