Writing in Snow

Tuesday Poem and Gratitude List

Fiḍál (Grace), 18 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 175 B.E. - Tuesday, February 5, 2019

My Muse Is A Skin Changer1

I discovered that my muse is a skin changer. It morphs into another creature or item with each genre and subject I write in or about.

When I write about nature, my muse becomes an olive tree. As the wind blows through its leaves my words are transformed into bires nesting in its branches.

When I write poetry, my muse becomes a timber wolf stalking stanza and line through the forest of metaphor and simile.

When I write a personal essay, my muse is transformed into a crown of glory illuminating a snow capped peak . As the crown disappears in morning's light, the rays of the sun melts the snow blocking the paths of my creativity.

Ever day and every hour, my muse changes revealing a different aspect with each story, article, essay, or poem I write. I never know in what guise my muse will appear until it materializes. Knowing this about my muse, has helped me to recognize it when it appears to me.

Gratitude List For 18 Sulṭán

Today I am thankful...
...that my Bank of America checking account is not overdrawn today.
...for the banana I had with my coffee this morning.
...that I have completed 3 poems of the 200 I am writing to celebrate the Bicentenary of the Birth of the Bab. The third poem is "The Great Trumpet Has Sounded" .
...for the spaghetti and meat sauce I had for lunch.
...that De colored my hair today.
...for the Arizona sweet iced tea I have for my afternoon snack.
...that I found some more of my Mother's poems.

Footnotes
1  I posted this on Poet 999 - A Butterfly Emerges From Her Cocoon https://poet999.blogspot.com/2019/02/my-muse-is-skin-changer.html.