I dedicate this poem to all of you!
May you have many exciting dates with YOUR muse.
Wanted to write
Stared at the wall
Got myself a Sprite
Nothing written at all
Wait, there is a thought
About ready to be born
It was all again for naught
So getting onto the horn
Talked for an hour
About my productive day
Then went to take a shower
Relaxing under the spray
Seriously considered writing
Got distracted by the telly
Interesting but not exciting
Noticed a little feeling in the belly
Now hunger rears its ugly head
Have to cook a proper meal
And not forget my daily med
I take a knife and start to peel
Back to sit and write once more
All sated and smelling so good
But it is an impossible chore
If I could, I swear I would
Figured it was now too late
To restart my writer’s mind
Better ask HER for a date
If my MUSE would be so kind
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Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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You are able to make something out of very little and this is a great example - great write Fred.
Thanks Michael, I made something out of frustration!
That muse can be so tricky to track down sometime. Good write.
Thanks Goldfinch, you have to be patient and listen to your inner voice!
Looks like you were on a date and didn't even know it. I'd say that date went well. Gotta listen to that inner voice Fred. Another masterpiece when you thought nothing there. ; )
I waited in the cafe for an hour, but since I don't know how she looks like, nothing happened and I went back home alone.
Fred, she's everywhere you are. She'll never leave you. ; )
Ha ha - you nailed it again Fred - that Muse does the very same to me when I want to write...........she has to have it HER way with any ideas for my pen.
You are so right Fay............just goes to show, women ARE bossy! 🙂
Your poem describes well the process of surrendering our minds to our muse, without whom a poet is lost. Kudos, Fred!
Thanks Louis, you are absolutely right.
This is great Fred and your muse were very generous with you even when you could not recognize her. She wrote it to you without you had noticed. Great writing Fred.
Thank you Malu, I guess she does hover in the background sometimes.
If only my little white muse would stay in its cage and run around on its wheel but it wont. Away it runs, escaping somehow, and brings to me stories of the extraordinary and wit. I dread the thought one day my pet muse will ne'r return or dread of dreads use the cat flap.
Thanks d a, this is such a well written comment. Love the 'pet muse' image!
This is a superb write! Tracking down your muse can be so tricky sometimes. Love the rhymes! Great read!
Thanks so much, Christina. Yes, it is tricky sometimes. Other-times SHE seems to hover right over our shoulders.
So you got a date at late night. Wonderful.
A good evening story write in anamused way.
By the way, may I have some leftover, I am a bit hungry now.
Thank you M&M, of course you can have some leftovers. You have a choice of Chinese, Hawaiian Laulau, Kalua pig which I made in my own imu, or Swiss Cheese Raclette, with a Swiss Chocolate fondue for dessert.
Wow, are you running a restaurant? Hawaiian Laulau please, no dessert this time. Thank you.
No restaurant, but my wife has a small bakery. At home we both cook, my wife (Chinese) Asian dishes, me (Swiss) European food, and we are both pretty good in everything else in between. In our home love definitely goes through the stomach!
In this case, I would like to try your dessert.
Thanks FRED ~ It always amazes me how people with STATIC MUSES always manage to produce such perfect odes ~ replete with consistent abab cdcd etc rhyming and perfect meter ! GOD help us lesser poets if ever you do find her ! Yours BRIAN. SANTITA and I are collaborating of a FUSION on Fave Games & Pastimes ~ please add a Poem (press DEVELOPING to find it) ~ Thanks B.
Thank you so much Brian! Will try the Fusion thing. Never did it and am not so sure yet how it works. But I will find out.
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