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Your Muse Called · 28 April 2018


I saw this funny tweet on Twitter (Yes, I changed some of the punctuation. But the thought is the same.):


“Your muse called and she threatened to quit if you don’t start writing. Right now!”


I was amused. (No pun intended.) I was amused because I was already in part of my morning routine. Which includes a quick jaunt to Facebook (on that particular day, to post a link to my blog for a preview for those following my page) and then a looksee at Twitter to see if there are any #SixWordStory prompts. Which there usually are. Those six word story prompts are fun. They get me going. (Actually, they are just part of my daily routine. I do not always post something, but I can usually get six words or less out there.) Then, I usually scroll down a little to see if there is anything interesting on my feed. That was when I saw the bit about my muse.


There was another reason I was amused. I had just posted the preview for my blog, and my blog just happened to have a picture of a muse. Not only that, my blog post was a short poem about poetry. About how Poetry does not get jealous about Prose. And since I was writing to Poetry as if it was a person, it was fitting that I find a picture of a muse.


Anyway. To make a short story a little longer, I need to elaborate.



Erato from Monte Calvo
by ChrisO
Licensed under
CC BY-SA 3.0


Erato is the muse of love poetry. Which is fitting for the poem I wrote because it is a poem about one of my writing loves. Yes. I love to write. Yes. I love to write prose. But I also love to write poetry. Or at least I love to write words that rhyme and might pass as poetry. Maybe. At any rate, I thought it apropos to put the picture of the statue of Erato on my blog post since I had written a poem to Poetry.


But back to the Twitter post.


It would be funny to actually get a call from a muse. Except that my muse thinks I am crazy to want to write. She thinks that it is odd that I get up early in the morning to write before I go to work. She thinks that I ought to stay in bed until the last possible moment before I need to get up. (Which is what most people think.)


Maybe she is right. Maybe I am a bit crazy. After all, no muse calls to me. (At least not the classical Greek ones.) I am just trying to use my gifts in appropriate ways. I am just trying to glorify God with my words. (Whether or not anybody reads them.)


Sometimes it is quite amusing what people post on Twitter and other social media. Especially when what they tell me is appropriate and timely for my life. Like the post about my muse calling. (But if mine is calling, she is probably calling me a liar.)

© 2018 Michael T. Miyoshi

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Poetry o Poetry · 21 April 2018


Erato from Monte Calvo
by ChrisO
Licensed under
CC BY-SA 3.0


Poetry o Poetry you have come back to me
Or else it is I who have come back to thee
I suppose in the end that it matters not
Even if I am coming because with Prose I have fought
When it comes right down to it I just like to rhyme
For the rhythm of writing is just about time
After all, writing flows when it has some smooth meter
Especially when it is that iambic pentameter

Poetry o Poetry I have come back to you
I would not say it was from your coop that I flew
I just put you aside to pursue that muse Prose
I still love you both in truth I suppose
Still, there are times, when I write, when I rhyme
And it seems that the two are exclusive in time
I write every day and I rhyme when I feel
Or when the thoughts of the day all do congeal

Poetry o Poetry how faithfully you wait
I can come back to you without setting a date
Though the words do not always just seem to flow
There is a way about you that I never did know
And when words and ideas fail me at ten
I know that I can come back to you again
Poetry o Poetry I have come back to thee
I am just glad that you have never left me

© 2018 Michael T. Miyoshi

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Prayers Unanswered · 14 April 2018


Praying Hands
by Albrecht Dürer
This work is in
the public domain.


We sometime think that prayers go unanswered
That though we pray our prayers are unheard
That we cry in vain to our heavenly father
So we wonder why we should even bother
But prayer is not like a wish sent to heaven
God is not a genie granting wish number seven
He is our Father taking care of us
He knows what we need regardless of our fuss
So when we think God is heedless of our request
We need to remember He is acting for our best

Sometimes we need a change of view
Things might look bleak to me and you
But God really knows what He is doing
We need His lens for our life to be viewing
Sometimes we can see it in the rear view mirror
The prayer that we prayed really reached the Hearer
He just knows all, so He had to say, “No,”
Even though He knew it would pain us so
Still He saw the then, not just the now
You’d make it through, though you knew not how

So when we think that God does not hear us
Even though we cry and make a big fuss
Even though we think it is our fervent plea
Remember that he cares for you and me
He knows what is best and he knows all our needs
And he cries with us when he hears all our pleas
For things that we know not how they should go
We just have to trust that He loves us so
And remember that we can know that he cares
Even when we think God has forgotten our prayers

© 2018 Michael T. Miyoshi

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