The Muse Has No Blocks
To Write:
I do not suffer the bane of writer's block
Am surrounded with much subject stock
A phrase, a look, a single word
Something old, a thing absurd
Find key so Muse is quick to unlock.
I face no white pages with fright
No pressures that put me in plight
May be planned research time
Or have ideas to edit or refine
Muse tells when it is time to write.
To Paint
I am challenged by white canvas blank
I conjure up images, candid and frank
May be abstract or realism
Suggestive impressionism
Or be nothing more than a Muse prank.
The palette is loaded, the colours grand
Jockeying for attention, each in demand
May be a portrait of a new born
Rainbow, sunrise or a unicorn
A granite mountain, meadow land-plan.
Twin Arts
To write or to paint, are both a delight
Some take an effort of great might
Even a labour of love has stress
Still I strive for my very best
I am content whether I paint or write.
Both may be frustrating but never bore
The best of enjoy comes from the core
Even well laid plans can go awry
And still give a pleasant surprise
One can never know what's in store.
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