Impossible when life's noise
drowns the muse's voice
©2011 R.M. Talbot
In 1982 life took a detour, and I found myself in Alabama. Two children, two degrees, and three dogs later, I still haven't found my way back to Michigan. I may never. I created this blog awhile back but let it grow fallow, which I hope has given it time to become fertile once more. The contents of this blog are likely to be random, but randomness, just like detours, sometimes yields pleasant surprises.
5 comments:
so true, love this.
When you can't muster up elegant words, then inelegant words will have to do!
Impossible Flame
I think I know what you mean about the noise, it's a constant battle for me too!
What truthful words...I think the muse came out in this haiku.
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