>> Monday, May 20, 2013
The faintest of whispers, it flittered thru my brain like a hummingbird zeroing in on a flowering delicacy. It buzzed about, hither and yon, until finally it left me no choice. I had to sit down...
Maybe someday I’ll tap into it. But for the moment, the mere fact that I’m getting words on paper (fingers on keyboard) is amazing.
Tit for tat.
But in the end, I didn't dare, fearing he might never glance my way again.
My muse doesn’t hate me.
And I can only hope he will show up again soon.
Maybe we can begin to repair our relationship that has been so damaged by circumstances and life.