Woke up this morning
No muse comes to mind
The mind has no music
My eyes have gone blind
She left in the night
No note can I find
My muse has deserted
My old riddled mind.
No discussions we had
No disputes I can see
She just up’d and left
In the night, so did she
But then I remember
She never did say
How long she would muse me
How long she would stay
So how do I write
The poems in me
With no muse in sight
It’s not easy to see
So I think I’ll write just
A poem or two
To see what will happen
If my muse will be true.
Well David after all the new 'words' while I've been asleep, it appears to me that you found your muse and this muse is ever so glad you have....This one gives a feel good all over feeling....thanks...........marci. :) xo
Your muse was only hiding. It was tucked away. But you coaxed it on to come out and play. We know this is true by the new muse you mused!
Well, there you go... it worked! Which adds grist to my conception of the muse, being that he or she need not be present to have effect... indeed absence may help. t x
:) . Your muse is just inside, hiding, testing you! Nice poem David. M.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Have you tried the A Muse meant Park?