Augustus

Muse Calling

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

 

Comments5

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks "A" ~ How can we ~ refuse the MUSE ! BRIAN ~ Please check my Poem ~ Thanks B.

    • Augustus

      Thanks. Will do.

    • swingline

      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 .

      • Augustus

        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.

      • WriteBeLight

        Such a great approach to something all writers dread. Great job Augustus. This one really shines with the rhymes 🙂

        • Augustus

          Thanks WBL

        • Michael Edwards

          Great piece Augustus.

        • Goldfinch60

          Very good write, the muse can sometimes be very elusive.

          • Augustus

            Thanks for reading and commenting.



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