My muse did return,
From whence I know not,
From where as well,
I'm happy not to be,
Anymore taciturn.
I cannot control my muse,
I cannot stop the write,
I got so many ideas,
My muse did sneak back,
And on my ass did bite…
I asked it where it went,
It told me it was away from me sent,
I was getting all depressing,
Melodramatic was becoming my every thought,
But now that my muse returned,
I find myself becoming again myself,
I guess I am in some way retrogressing…
Sure glad you got a new boost of writers' productivity.
Seeing that old photo of a risqué swimsuit, reminded me of my time working at GTE LenKurt in 1967-69. I'm sure you recall that it was the time of the miniskirt. Supervisors out in the shop were chasing after our very large contingent of women solderers, measuring the distance between their knees and the hem of their skirt and sending some girls home because they said that hot solder could fall on their bare legs.
My theory is that that solder would burn right through skirt or pants anyway and it was only the hot views of underwear or not that gave management such a fit because of how it affected productivity.
Welcome back! My muse is also a fickle creature. I do believe she deserts me from time to time just to make sure I appreciate her as she deserves when she returns.
The muse and her gift of writing to us is great therapy. I do not agree with Jerry. The muse is very much an important presence; without her, I do not write. It is like being in an arid, wordless desert. Glad you are back, friend. Love and peace,
He Keeps Me is a devotional journey of revelation and insight birthed out of prayer.Searching the Word of God revealed the many ways that He has kept me and continues to keep me. Each day is an opportunity to recognize that God is mindful of you, eve
I have written a chapter called I Am That, I Am in this inspirational compilation book by best-selling authors and wonderful people from all walks of life xox :-D (Its sister book is called Adventures In Manifesting - Success and Spirituality)
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Deborah
Seeing that old photo of a risqué swimsuit, reminded me of my time working at GTE LenKurt in 1967-69. I'm sure you recall that it was the time of the miniskirt. Supervisors out in the shop were chasing after our very large contingent of women solderers, measuring the distance between their knees and the hem of their skirt and sending some girls home because they said that hot solder could fall on their bare legs.
My theory is that that solder would burn right through skirt or pants anyway and it was only the hot views of underwear or not that gave management such a fit because of how it affected productivity.
Man I love those bad old days!
Ron
Love ya!
Jane
i'm at a loss for words.
if I try writing without it,
all I get are turds.
But I'm very glad yours has returned
And taken you out if your misery...
Diana...
Régis