unique text
surrounds my sewing machine
vintage lace piled
ideas dance in doubt
clouded gray
I want to create
tired of your
white gloves, your brass buttons and starched mood
leave me
in my piles of ideas, in my recycled treasures
I have so many, yet
I can't create
when you are here
you sucked my soul through a straw
you won't read my words
you don't see me
anymore
My muse won't come out when my hubby is home. She hides and tucks her ideas and thoughts in notebooks! She waits, to be alone to create...
Sometimes the hardest stuff to write is the most cathartic.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kerry, yes I do agree~
DeleteElla, sometimes the most difficult moments give birth to the best poetry. I see by this poem that your muse DID come out, and I would say came out with full force. (And this poem is a strong one!) Your muse will never be stilled. Your voice WILL be heard
ReplyDeleteMary, you are right my muse will find a way :D
DeleteI can relate...when everyone is home and noisy, my muse hides too ~ I love your craft and pictures Ella ~
ReplyDeleteI imagine there are many of us that have this dance. Thank you :D
DeleteEllie, one of your best and most powerful. "you sucked my soul through a straw". Somehow, I suspect there is a very strong soul in there that is beginning to rattle its chains, hee hee. Rock on, kiddo.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes the chains have been rattled and a few bones, lol ;D
DeleteThere are days my muse refuses to make an appearance ... and I don't even have a husband. A delightful poem!!!
ReplyDeleteIt is part of the process! The dance of doubt truly does block the creative climate...thank you!
DeleteThis is really sad. If this is true and not made up, it must be terribly hard to have such an important part of who you are not be important enough to your spouse for them to be interested in it.
ReplyDeleteSome parts are true! He thinks words maybe... My art he isn't interested in. He doesn't see I've been published due to the art. The art sells them first, the article-the words come second. My artist has a secret life...
DeleteI relate to this so much Ella. It's very hard. I love your piles of vintage things, used, loved, discarded and replaced, out of which you make things of beauty.
ReplyDeleteYes, Joy it is hard. Thank you, I want to create more :D
DeleteSorry MZ you know this, too
ReplyDeletei so admire your perseverence, Ella. please don't ever stop being creative because you have many wonderful gifts to share!
ReplyDelete♥
dani
Thank you Dani! I'm a fighter...no way, will I give up...;D <3
DeleteIt is what it is..
ReplyDeleteWe are opposites~
You too? I have such a hard time being creative if my hubby is home. He has a job in another city and only used to come home twice a week. But then he got needy and for the last 4 months has come home every night. I haven't written a thing. I just don't feel "free" if he's here. Ugh.
ReplyDeleteThis is very beautiful Ella. Very evocative.
ReplyDeleteThank you Optimistic ;D
ReplyDeleteLexa-Thanks for sharing! :D I feel limited-funny, how that is!
I think it is the artistic muse likes to dance solo...hang in there!