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There are times when I need Susie's help.

When Words Won't Come

by HarryT

I love to play with words Write stories and poems But at times, words won’t come They’re buried beneath shadows Somewhere deep in my mind   That’s when I call on my muse To help re-discover so many words Faded into my vanishing memory   Susie, my muse, can be a bit fickle But when I sit and stare, nonplussed She’s aware I need her inspiration Susie comes, mull about in my head Probes my mind’s inner sphere Conjures up words and visions From deep memories buried by time   When she speaks, my spirit soars Fingers begin dancing on the keyboard Words pour filling my computer screen Susie has the power of ethereal revelation   When she speaks her whispers stir Words that paint fantasies and dreams.