A while back, VioletWrites made a comment about how when she sits down to write, her muse always joins her. That made me wonder whether I ever invite my muse to a writing session. Do I? Do you?
I hope she'll show up, but do I consciously inviter her? I don't think so.
Recently I've been rereading Lynda Hull, and I've noticed that not only do her poems often move from a present observation to a past experience, but that she often if not always has another person in the poem.
She is speaking to someone, whether it's a someone from her past or an undefined You or a clearly defined You as the reader. It's a part of her voice, a part of the way she comes to writing and sorting through the various truths. And that You, no matter who it is, helps invite me as a reader into the poem.
It's given me something to think about.