the muses
A short poem about overcoming creative blockage through reading, inspiration and the mysterious arrival of words.
creative flow blocked,
then read read read
it said
the fountain of words
subliminally seep
like air we presume
into the nostrils
and mouth
animating the soul
feel the vibe?
right,
as for the brain
a scientist stated
that even today
little is known about it
anyhow –
read read and read more.
scribe if you can
and eventually
bottled energy spews out –
an orgasmic lava spurting
out her mountain
now
was it my jamaican mother
or aristotle who said:
nothing is you before it is time?
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