I’m always staying tuned for ideas (see my post “Where my Ideas Come From” ) but sometimes they pursue me- relentlessly. Think about wild birds flapping in your head endlessly or like someone tugging on your apron strings constantly. Yes, the ruckus will go away eventually, but not entirely. The inspiration will just go to someone else to be manifested and then pretty soon your muse will give up on you all together and you will be very lonely.
The poem tugged on my apron strings
Begging for attention
When I ignored it
It crept into the kitchen of my mind
Rattling the pots and pans with such a clatter
I could bear it no longer
“Don’t you know I wasn’t an English major?”
“Find someone else to write you!”
But the poem persisted with such a fuss
That I relented,
Sat down and wrote it,
Then kicked it out the door to the internet
Sighing with relief
Until I felt another tug
on my apron strings.