When the Muse Hits

And when it Doesn't

When the muse hits,
the pen writes mightily,
no furrowed brows,
no sweaty paws.

When the muse hits,
the pen writes steadily,
the words flow freely,
thoughts formed so easy.

When the muse hits,
the pen glides,
on paper it strides,
idea or thought abides.

When the muse hits,
the pen is a weapon,
of great destruction,
which can wreck devastation.

When the muse departs,
the pen is silent,
seemingly indolent,
a useless implement.