Now Poem by Joan Agnew

Now



So, I shuffled off,
My pen, loosely held between
Redundant fingers.

My return will be
Nothing to write home about,
Save a line about...

A long-lost, lazy Muse.

Friday, September 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: metaphor
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