When your muse has gone
I've been away for some time it feels like, even though I've been home. I just haven't spent much time on my blogging. I think that getting away from it for a while made me realize that sometimes I just spend too much time on it. So, I've enjoyed some time away from the computer. Though, two things have happened... one, I feel a little guilty! two, my creativity has taken a huge dive. It's amazing the difference I've noticed in the last couple of weeks. I've not read any books, not used my creative mental prowess and today I sat down to come up with something creative and struggled! Therefore, I conclude that blogging is quite good for my creativity!
Poetry Train Monday:
What do you do,
when your muse is gone?
Perhaps you sit and watch the dawn?
If scenic dazzle bears no strength,
perhaps a massage of great length?
If touchy feely isn't your thing,
perhaps you tie on your apron strings?
If a chef, you are not,
perhaps you lace up and go for a trot?
Or, are you like me,
and be quite lazy.
Poetry Train Monday:
What do you do,
when your muse is gone?
Perhaps you sit and watch the dawn?
If scenic dazzle bears no strength,
perhaps a massage of great length?
If touchy feely isn't your thing,
perhaps you tie on your apron strings?
If a chef, you are not,
perhaps you lace up and go for a trot?
Or, are you like me,
and be quite lazy.
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