July 01, 2007

Muses

find a publisher for this Jeeves
while I find my muse
I lounge outdoors, cold drink in hand,
birds chatter, sun warms a breeze blows.
the bees drone serenades,
welcoming me to more muses
the poets gift of nature

in reality I am at my computer
hours spent searching.
searching for publishers
who may, but probably will not,
accept my poetry

my muse now is of later dates
when publishers know my name
and finding one is not the same
for Iím confident of my ability
and their need of my poetry.

—Jacquie Williams

Posted by dwaber at July 1, 2007 11:42 AM