A Haiku Muse

My blogger friend Brad over at Writing to Freedom is having a birthday today. If you haven’t visited Brad’s blog, you’re in for a treat. He takes beautiful photos and writes poetry (often haiku) to complement them.

He invited his followers and their muses to stop by. My usual muses are negotiating with a necromancer and outsmarting reapers, so I contacted a muse escort service and this is who they sent:

A haiku muse

I didn’t know there were haiku muses, but apparently, they’re everywhere. Just check your backyard or local park. My diminutive muse flitted around the garden while I packed a picnic. She wanted to show me a place called Silver Falls.

Happy Birthday, Brad. My little muse and I wrote these for you!

hidden glades of light

sift through mottled canopies

a glimpse of magic

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fiddleheads unfurl

green curlicues and whimsy

crowning last year’s fronds

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boughs of emerald lace

spring’s parasols catch the light

fragrant in the sun

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old stumps die and thrive

nurse a woodland’s nascent growth

life cycles entwined

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silver waterfalls

glittering with frothy light

rainbow in the mist

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Happy Birthday to Brad from the land of big trees!

Missing Muse

I couldn’t resist sharing another blogger’s muse, this one presented by Brad over at Writing to Freedom. It seems these muses all know each other and what a bunch of personalities. Did you know they have a labor union? Enjoy. 😀

writing to freedom

Missing Musemissing muse

My writing muse has been missing in action for a while. My fanciful friend, Muse Brad, seems to have left the premises. I persist in writing because I’m a stubborn cuss, but my writing feels flat and forced.

Or maybe I have a new muse that is all about writing schedules ala D. Wallace’s Muse for Hire.  Personally, I’d much rather have a muse like Greg from Almost Iowa. His muse is playful, whiny, loves ice cream, and no slave to time or schedules. Maybe we can share muses to spread the pain and pleasure! 🙂

There seems to be a life lesson here. Our muses and our writing need a delicate mix of discipline and allowing. Too much allowing and nothing gets done. Too much discipline and we kill our muse’s spirit. Like a good teacher or parent, we must learn how to use the right tools at the…

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