Muse -- Reprise

I like writing poems.
I like the poems I've written.
I am proud of my works
And proud of myself.
I feel better for having written them.

But sometimes,
The feeling of relief
When at last the Muse lets go
Is so profound
That I wish I'd never started
The most recent fit of writing.

Sometimes,
I'm very tired
But the fit comes on anyway.

I get to feeling
Like a wrung out wash cloth.

Let go!
Leave me alone!
A little peace and quiet
If you please, Muse?

But you cannot
And I cannot.

Oh well,
Here we go again.
Peace will have to wait.


	12 September 2000
	by Bill Cattey