Where are you muse?
Hiding?
My faculties subsiding,
This brain old
dragging it's body near dead
unable to drink
from your fountain
I dread.
Wet ink is all I ask
Well---that's not entirely true
Have been on such a fast
please help with phrase or two
To fill a page
sate this empty mind
not now forsake me
this belated time.
There!
My finished request!
Well---that's not entirely true
Consider another no less.
Am I the shrew?
Can you visit my friends
when soon I am gone
their writings lend
ideas to build upon.
There! Finished!
This time for true.
Has been always and
ever up to You.
Augustus / MD Anderson, Houston / May 2017
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Augustus (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Most of us have experienced writers block.
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Thanks "A" ~ How can we ~ refuse the MUSE ! BRIAN ~ Please check my Poem ~ Thanks B.
Thanks. Will do.
Amusing isn't it . The muse . While we stand (or more likely sit) bemused at the vagrant muse . Who lights our fuse then flees the screen without an ever "excuse me please" , that obnoxious beast is so obtuse .
I go for days. I know not to push it for anything that I try to force does not feel right. I wait patiently. MPS is inspirational.
Such a great approach to something all writers dread. Great job Augustus. This one really shines with the rhymes 🙂
Thanks WBL
Great piece Augustus.
Thanks.
Very good write, the muse can sometimes be very elusive.
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