This poem started as a comment to this question posed by one of the most talented poet (thelonelyauthorblog ) I have the good fortune to interact with. Thank you Drew. The title of the poem and the first line is the question and the poem was my spontaneous response. I was not thinking of posting it as a stand alone poem till today morning when Drew asked me if I have posted this. Hence posted without edit.
“Am I wrong to love my muse?”
If yes
Then may be
God was wrong
To let love flow
Because it’s beyond
Us mortals
Not to fall
In love
And suffer
The pain
That opens
The floodgate
Of passion
And every drop
That bleeds
Adorns the pages
And the clouds
Carry the silent cries
To my muse
Fleeting Muse 
Seriously, this is one of my favorite from you. It is beautiful from start to finish and your finale, was PERFECT. Very inspiring.
Thanks for the mention.
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Glad that you liked it Drew.
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Great flow, PB. Like a waterfall of words. I have a love-hate relationship with my muse. She blathers on when I want to sleep and gives me the silent treatment when I’m ready to listen. But sometimes we’re in sync and when that happens, it’s a beautiful thing. 🙂
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“But sometimes
we’re in sync
and when that happens,
it’s a beautiful thing. 🙂”. – wow, how well it rhymes. Thanks Joan.
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