Hello, my muse,
Enjoy your vacation?
You were missed by all
Who appreciate the insights
Your poetry conveys to us,
The wisdom it imparts.
I, your faithful scribe,
Perhaps missed you the most
While you were cavorting with
Frost, Longfellow, and Thoreau.
So let us not be apart so long.
My pen went dry sitting in its well,
And as for myself, dear muse,
I've been bored as hell!
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Author:
Louis Gibbs (
Offline) - Published: January 22nd, 2018 00:00
- Comment from author about the poem: Ever happen to you?
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
Yup - ideas do sometimes dry up. But I read avidly and usually find something in a book which triggers something if only a one liner. As for this - it's a super work which flows from start to finish .
Many thanks, Michael!
You got some more cartridges for that fountain pen?! That what you mean - ink dried up?
Oh I see, your muse dried up! heehee.
Both, I'm afraid, 'O'. Think I'll switch to a ballpoint. Don't know if I can switch muses.
Very good! I'm glad you could write it!
Thanks, sr. It wasn't easy on my own.
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