Some of my best friends are what popularly
is described as “Bloggers”.
Through following them I have been fortunate
to meet and care for many of their followers
and fellow Scribblers.
You are some wonderful and imaginative men
and women, ready to share your gifts. To dare
be open about your lives, your beliefs, travels,
there are too much to list.
After long and soul searching deliberation I have
decided to open my window wide. Let the invigorating winds and breezes flow.
To embrace people from around our beautiful planet.
To share with you.
As I dare take the step and cautiously open that window
I comfort myself that to create a symphony we need all the
instruments. Be they big and small.
This is how it all started.
BUMP ON THE HEAD
I got a bump on the head
Walked around dizzy and confused.
A Muse walked in, took my hand,
wrote a poem with me.
I read it in surprise.
Bewildered I wondered,
How could this be?
The muse will soon leave,
When bump on the head has healed.
But the impish Being stayed,
at times I ask her to wait – whilst I finish
shower, call or a chore.
It has lifted my spirit to have
my Muse around,
Wise full of fun and care.
Is concussion a cheap price to pay?
Should I say ‘thank you’
to the lorry driver
who bumped the car?
He did after all,
open the door for The Muse.
A lesson to be learned,
In most difficulties
we will find,
The seed to wisdom and joy.
© miriam ivarson