THE CLOCK AND MY MUSEA Poem by JENYA poem wrote for a contest... whose theme is Writer's block THE CLOCK AND MY MUSE I
determine to cloak my writing In a
stiff attire called discipline So that
I can forget the block That may
attack me at any time Round
the clock. My muse
the undisciplined elf She
comes when I am too busy to dream And
elopes when I am badly in need of her She
loathed the clock and its integrity I chalk
out a plan That
might attune my pen With my clock
and my muse Into a
harmonious co existence The muse
the late comer Comes
too late for the clock Clock
blocks the muse with its knell Of the
exhausted, bounded time, it metes out I throw
my quill away.. I throw
my clock away… I sit
there without any desire To write,
to think, to dream.. In the
silence that ensued I hear
her footsteps Soft and
fresh as that of a bride She
picks up my quill from the ground .. She fills
it with ink of fictions myriad Perfumes
it with non fictitious facts Hands it
to me in eagerness Sits too
close to my ears Pour her
wisdom into my cranium I write
like a man in his madness She
whispers in my ears… “Never
keep the clock on your table Follow
the ticking of your soul I will
be yours till my last breath” © 2010 JENYAuthor's Note
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