Grab a pen while the mind is racing
for the mind won’t always race
it’s pace
will slow and you will scratch
a thousand tickets madly but
never win
So cater to the whims of this faithless friend
who comes and goes as she pleases
Miss Muse
Because it does no good to complain
of her unfaithfulness as she slips
out again
Grab your pen and scribble, scrawl
to capture all the wanton words that waft
through rarified air
sparkling like forming snow
or the flash when the magic happens and draws
a gasp
Be that child who wants to know the trick
Grab a pen
Begin