I trot out the odd rhyme, particularly for friends and family. What intrigues me is the variation in how long it takes me to find the words that sound ok to my ears.
On occasion, there is a flow of verbiage that can be rearranged into what passes for poetry. At other times I scratch my head and puzzle over what I am trying to convey.
This is not a new phenomenon I realise, but I have not read up on current psychological research, and may have missed the scientific evidence that would verify if a muse is a real thing or just the sort of imaginative tripe that creatives come up with.
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