Creative Muses

The Poetry Muse

strikes with no notice

words pouring out

like beer from an open tap

The words

in its frothy head

slowly sink

into the dark brew

With each sip

of the creamy, bitter stout

they slide down my throat

then slip out onto the page

The Painting Muse

hovers on the sideline

silently prodding

my consciousness

“Paint,” she pleads, “Paint!”

as she fills my mind

with visions of beautiful

landscapes and flowers

Pink Phlox Purple Post

She pulls me

to the easel

shows me scenes

full of pastel brightness

Soft colors over dark

blended edges of vibrant shades

I feel my hand lift to the paper

give over to the passion

Until the Writing Muse

demands attention

and words vie with color

overflowing my mind

Write, paint, write, paint

becomes the daily struggle

with both muses screaming

to be heard

Wisps of color

swirl in a sea of words

and I give in

to whatever is strongest

leaving the other

to pace the misty shorelines

awaiting her chance

to jump in.