Coming of age (haibun)

She thinks of times her muse would visit and literally just take over.  Looking over old poems of various forms, she has no choice but to believe this must be so because of the depth and eloquence of some poetry.  No, it must be some spiritual intervention, that has to be the answer.

September had thirty days of haiga and that may have forced the hand of her muse a bit.  Then she dared to attempt the challenge of 31 days of poetry at OctPoWriMo and now she is feeling the crunch. Her muse may be a little passive aggressive.  And she should be!  Why should she expect her muse to produce “on command”?  And so she waits tonight at one in the morning …

humble insights,
pen cannot scratch the surface
muse is ripe

muse is ripe
wildflower blossoms
even in autumn

© Tournesol ’15

Written for Ronovan Writes Poetry prompt 68 – Hiaku – Pen & Muse

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