The artistic community speaks of their Muse. It is a reference to Greek Mythology where there were Muses for each creative branch and science. One always wanted their Muse to smile upon them. Muses were in charge so to speak.
Today we have internalized the Muse and rather than a deity it is the spark that ignites creativity. It is in our mind, but it is not always approachable. Like a petulant child it hides when most sought after. Ignore it for a while and it seems to come out of hiding to seek attention. I think of my Muse as a five year old child.
Anything can spark the Muse. Here are some poems to point this up. The first was sparked by researching archaic words. Just the unusual sounds called for my attention and led to the poem. The second was a request to write something for an event for my daughter. Personal messages or interacting with a specific person can be a strong kick to the creative butt. The third was inspired by a picture a friend posted on facebook of sunshine through a wave. The forth was supplied by song lyrics of Irish folk music, specifically the words "traveling people," which I changed to wandering nation.
Once the seed is found then the writing and editing can begin, sometimes with a surprise even to the writer. For any art if full of twists, and serendipitous happenstance and mistakes. The whole process is an adventure in becoming. Enjoy these butterflies of my imagination.
Politics As Unusual
There was a snollyguster
a national pain in the rump
who to pull off his agenda
the whole country would betrump
Was he an ambodexter?
There might be some small doubt,
but there is a strong stench
this might be what he's about.
Snollyguster. - A person, particularly a politician, who is guided by their own self-interest rather than their principles. Often intelligent but unwilling to use their brains for the common good. 'David Cameron is a snollyguster, he doesn't care about the country, he just wants power.'
Betrump, v: To deceive, cheat; to elude, slip from ,
Ambodexter, n: One who takes bribes from both sides
Reading is Magical
Come, take a little journey
Down the pathways of the mind
And look upon the magic
That reading lets us find.
The runes upon the paper
The groupings and mixes
Are more powerful by far
Then all the spells and hexes.
The poet writes a tune
In meter and in rhyme
And the soul can hear the cadence
And march along in time.
A scientist writes of nature
The universe's story told
From the minutest to infinity
Creation's clockwork does unfold.
Math in special notation
Marches boldly cross the page
And the magic of numbers
Comes to us from each age.
History reports fact and thought
From here to early ages
And magically we see ourselves
Developing in these pages.
From fantasy and fiction
We see the richness of the mind
As the thought process of others
In plot and circumstance unwind.
The quest we commit to,
Aid the untaught mind,
That all shall have the magic
And none be "reading blind".
Waves
Something is compelling
in the breaking wave
It is powerful and fragile
while heading to its grave.
Sunlight glistens through it
colored warm morn and eve
prancing through the air
with sequins on its sleeve.
The smell of salt
and the gulls in the sky
each moment is a pearl drop
from Mom Nature's eye.
Gypsy
The wandering nation
tinkers and minstrels and fools
souls who won't be constrained
by society's narrow rules.