My Muse

My muse lives in the loft, but she’s rarely ever home.

She’s out stirring up trouble, but I’m never really alone.

 

She’s the lifelong playmate I can’t wait to see.

Though most of the time she stays cleverly hidden from me.

 

She lives in the warmth of a hug, the tenderness of a kiss.

She’s the sunshine on still waters, she’s a friend I miss.

 

She’s the swaying curtain that frames my window. She’s the world outside my mind.

Without her gentle coaxing and faithful companionship, I’d be blind.

 

She strikes in a flash like a hummer’s ruby red throat.

But takes her time to enjoy flowers or the rippling sails of an anchored boat.

 

She’s the nagging itch that won’t let me sleep at night, a steady reminder there’s more to do.

She stirs up the past, challenges the future. Her spontaneous whims make each day new.

 

Curiosity and adventure drive her, she’s got something to prove.

She lives without boundaries, she’s always on the move.

 

A free spirit, her life is one of discovery.

With so many riches yet to find, I’m happy she includes me.

 

My muse lives in the loft, but she’s rarely ever home.

She’s out stirring up trouble, but I’m never really alone.

By Lisa Vogt

 

I hope you enjoy my poem. It’s my first! I’m thrilled to share that it was published in the Florida Writer’s Association 2018 Volume 10 anthology titled, Where Does Your Muse Live?