Pouncing Ideas and Whispering Muses

A few years ago, during my first semester of college, being the emotional and slightly immature creature I was, I produced some of the best poetry I have ever written. Fueled by disappointments and intrigue, my muses were constantly by my side whispering in my ear.



But then, all of the sudden, I ran dry...Fizzled out...No more poetry for me. It was rather sad. Or rather, it wasn't sad enough. You see, I got married and all the tension that inspired my work dissipated because I was happy. Darn happiness...ruined my poetry streak!



Now and then I get inspired. One of the last times it did, I was extrememly angry and it woke me up at 3:30am, and I had to write it all down because I knew I wouldn't get any sleep if I didn't. (If you are interested, I will gladly send you the file, but I haven't read it since I wrote it, so it may just be a whole wad of jibberish...like an angry
version of the "Jabberwoky.")

This last time, I was walking down the street and it hit me! Not like that dumb car that rolled into me, pushing me and squashing my leg, but it hit me! Clear and true. I am excited. I hope it turns into something. But like most of my ideas for long pieces, they fizzle out in the middle...so I will have to be careful not to dry up this gift from the muses.