Waiting for the Muse

Be tender with yourself, says She

Waiting for the Muse. Text by JkMansi 2018. Photo by Sandy Millar

Not every reason is for knowing
nor every season is for sowing,
Too often plowed we tear the
heart and breast of Mother Earth.
Seasons in between are needed
to reset, reboot, and be reseeded.

So too is true for a visit from the Muse.

Leave your quill fallow, or dig the field
shallow with your pen, rotating crops
of your feelings and thoughts,
walk away if only inky pain doth drop.
Write other tunes, read other runes
revel in the worlds of waves and dunes.

So too is true for lessening the Blues.

©JkMansi Juhi Kalra 2018. All rights reserved.

Thanks to Stephen M. Tomic and The Junction.

Writing from the Scar