I feel the familiar surging
Whenever my Muse is near
Not pressure, just a glowing
Growing, flowing in my mind
It pulses and expands
Warming-up my insides
I feel energy building up
Looking for release
But sometimes it seems
I make an unfit conduit
There’s some broken circuit
Or a failed fuse somewhere
Thoughts stagger and stutter
Across shorted-out wires
Just the barest trickles escape
But it shocks me just the same
Better than the electrocution
That would be the end of me
I think we all get that feeling!
ReplyDeleteNicely expressed, and I like the ending with it's touch of humour.
Thanks for visiting me earlier.
smiles. gotta let it out, even if just a little, to keep your head from exploding...
ReplyDeleteI know that feeling well ... TOO WELL! Entire theories seem to live right on the tip of my tongue but I can never seem to put them into words!
ReplyDeleteEric,
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem, about the condition, we all experience, everynow and again!!
Nicely crafted....
Best wishes, Eileen
surging is sexy!
ReplyDelete"Everybody's gone surging... surging U.S.A."
ReplyDeleteYou have a busy muse Eric. I can relate to the short-circuted feeling, but I think you are a better conductor than most :o)
ReplyDeleteI love the electrical references. It reminds me of my uncle's electric fence for the cows. I knew it was wired, but I had to know what it felt like. Once I knew what it felt like, I wanted to touch it again to prove I wasn't scared. Electrical impulses are both mental and visceral. Beautiful choice.
ReplyDeleteJust make sure that you are always grounded Bubba!
ReplyDeleteVery cool, Eric!
ReplyDeleteJust this week I've been musing on thoughts that writing is like death, each time one approaches a blank page there is a clear beginning and an end. This poem touches on that, in a way, it was unusual, intriguing.
ReplyDeletethis builds so nicely eric - love the surging, glowing, pulsing and expanding - great dynamics
ReplyDeleteI once knew a man that was in a writing rut. He ended up writing more poems then usual all about his fading muse. :)
ReplyDeleteGreat piece. :)
ooh! I really get this ~ I feel like this. Brilliant poem : )
ReplyDeleteI know that even an electrical muse would do with you, and so well actually!
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Really great way of looking at the creative act of writing—fleeting moments through electrical shorts, and not like the ones I wear in the spring. ba dum bum ch. Seriously, I've not heard it put quite this way.
ReplyDeleteEric, it can happen at times. So, nicely said.
ReplyDeletePamela
A light look at a frustrating feeling we've all experienced. But when the muse comes back, sparks fly :)
ReplyDeleteLove how you use circuits and electricity to express your muse and that to get something out is better than electruction....nice write...bkm
ReplyDeleteI'm certainly a better person to be around when I'm writing. So nice when the inspiration flows and frustrating when it stalls.
ReplyDeleteSometimes what comes out of the ends of my fingers is truly shocking -- to me most of all. Loved this. Thanks, Gay
ReplyDeleteElectrical references were awesome. Loved the imagery.
ReplyDeleteI love the reference of a ball of energy for your muse. A delightful and uplifting poem. Did you team up with Sender about what topic you were going to write about? Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteAre there sexual undertones to this? Or is it just me?
ReplyDeleteHa!....Much better shocked than electrocuted! Muse fuse...nice.
ReplyDeleteYou expressed it really well Eric!
ReplyDeleteThat's how you always do anyways :)
Just the barest trickles escape
But it shocks me just the same
Better than the electrocution
That would be the end of me..
Loved it..
xoxox
Nice one Eric, I really enjoyed this piece.
ReplyDeleteAnita. ;)
Aaahhh.. been there, Eric!! That elusive little muse... I think you have described her perfectly over here!! But what will we ever do without her (or.. is it "him" for me?!? Umm..whatever)
ReplyDeleteAnd while we are talking 'muses' here, you might wanna read my previous poem ("placed high").. yea, my muse spoke too! teehehe
Very deep and yet sweet poem
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this, and relate on multiple levels. Nicely stated, great imagery!
ReplyDeletethe times i have had this feeling...and then i look at something completely blank and its back again...great os...pete
ReplyDeleteYes!
ReplyDeleteAnd the opposite, the dearth and void, when the muse takes a holiday!
I'm missing my muse at present... Great write.
ReplyDeleteworking with industrial electricity, this one warmed me in reading :) and somebody before me said it well. . .just stay grounded, friend :)
ReplyDeletemonty / bummy
Hi Eric
ReplyDeleteIts very lovely.. I enjoyed reading this one...
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Good, relatable piece.
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