Sitting, waiting
nothing to lose,
pondering on
my missing muse.
Faint and fickle
without a trace
return to me
reveal thy face.
Long has it been
since she inspired,
this poet heart
is weak and tired.
Patiently here,
with glass of wine,
come back once more
o muse of mine.
Pretty, pretty please?
nothing to lose,
pondering on
my missing muse.
Faint and fickle
without a trace
return to me
reveal thy face.
Long has it been
since she inspired,
this poet heart
is weak and tired.
Patiently here,
with glass of wine,
come back once more
o muse of mine.
Pretty, pretty please?
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Author:
MissDulcinea (
Offline) - Published: August 22nd, 2022 16:41
- Comment from author about the poem: My muse has been hiding for quite some time. I am hoping she has returned.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 28
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Comments3
Well done MissD. Here's hoping you and your Muse a long and fruitful reign.
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. Iām new here, so your review is my first! Much appreciated.
Good stuff. This is a misunderstood piece of maturity and brilliance. Thank you for sharing. š
Thank you, Jonas. I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. Hope this is the first of many . š
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