Muse Monday: Today my Muse is a Pigeon

Every morning or rainy afternoon, a pigeon, with variegated gray feathers, strolls past my open front door. He or perhaps she walks down the sidewalk rather then flying. Today I began to wonder it the bird can fly or if it just walks everywhere it goes. I presume it can fly, but I never see it take off or land.

Most pigeons can fly
they flap their wings and take off
into the blue sky.

Why does this bird walk past my front door? Does it walk past when my door is shut? These are questions that have no answer. Questions that are not intended to have answers. Some questions are simply for meditation, such as "What is the sound of one hand clapping?" or "If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it does it make a noise?"

Unanswerable
crowd my mind today
maybe its the rain.

Today my muse is a pigeon raising unanswerable questions. Now that the questions are ask, do I stop typing and meditate on them? Perhaps I should get up from the keyboard and pour myself another cup of coffee while I am deciding what to do and how to answer those questions.

Do most questions fly?
Do they just rest in one's mind
waiting for answers?

Pigeons are questions! That is an interesting metaphor, I wonder if it is a poem waiting for me to write it. Perhaps I should use it in a short story or a flash fiction. What kind of character would say "Pigeons are questions waiting for answers!"

Muse Monday: A Blank Page Frightens my Muse

A blank page frightens my muse,
scares the proper spelling
out of my mind.

This is the first thing that came to me when I began this entry. It makes a nice little poem, but it is not a good excuse for either misspelled words or lack of ideas. When I logged into writing.com this morning I could think of a lot to write about. I responded to two blog prompts and finished a poem I began last night. However, this afternoon I feel different and I cannot seem to think of anything else to write.

Writing poetry
a good way t o wake my muse
from afternoon nap.

I either need a nap or a change of pace. It is too late to take a nap because when I go to sleep this late in the day I cannot sleep at night. A change of pace like washing dishes or scrubbing out the bathtub. I have a phone call to make, so that I can listen to a recorded message about a money making opportunity. The problem with money making opportunities is that you need money to take advantage of them, but I will listen to the message anyway.

Poetry ideas
sometimes come out of the blue
or recorded messages.

Muse Monday: Starting a Poem

"I have never started a  poem yet whose end I know.

Writing a poem is discovering."

Robert Frost

Robert Frost is right! Writing, or as I like to say composing, poetry is a voyage of discovery. I start the poem with one idea, but by the time I finish I have written a different poem. I enjoy the exploration of the  poem's theme. I enjoy discovering the poem end. I enjoy writing the poem.

Today I finished Frankenstein's Nightmare, which started out to be Insomniac's Nightmare. When I started I thought it would end differently; however in the first paragraph I made a reference to a computer monitor and cyberspace. When I got to the second stanza, I realized I had to change the planned ending because the one I had would not work in that poem.I will write Insomniac's Nightmare as soon as I can find a beginning. 

writing poetry

a voyage of discovery

tramping through jungles

I am mixing my metaphors in that poem. I should stick to just one, but it seems I have two so perhaps I have the beginnings of two poem. I wonder if I could use those three line in Insomniac's Nightmare. It really does not matter how I begin the poem because I will not know the ending until after I finish and the ending may determine the poem's title.