Let's see what my muse brings me tonight
If she comes at all
She's fickle at times, comes and goes on a whim
The epitomy of a free spirit
If I put down words long enough, hard enough
Maybe I'll manage to call her
My muse does not summon, that's too controlling a word
And I don't think she's coming tonight
Its been so long since I wrote anything good
I wonder if she and inspiration (her mate) have deserted me
Left me alone, stranded with the dull
Abandoned with those doomed to lukewarm drudgery
All I can do is hope its a quest
Some bizarre test to refind lost talent
Reclaim a once freely given gift
But then again, uphill fights are nothing new to me....

Here I am!!!!

May Calliope visit you soon so you can do what you do best...

One's muse may fall upset
Brooding in corners left unchecked
Inspiration, as well subject
To anger o'er unwitting neglect
Tend her dear and she will persist
Mouthing lines to long to list
Confine her time, cold and whist
You will find her sitting
Talents sometimes do set adrift
Yet are not as easily miffed
Can be kindled deftly swift
With a chosen instrument
Hence
Should your muse resolve to pout
Leave her be and do without
Jealousy is bound to mount
Within her unremitting

Nice both of you!


(Has anyone seen my muse? )

Nice write Rayvin. Not much good writing on my part but I've at least got some interesting fragments down. Nowhere near a poem yet but at least a start.

Nice write Kate!

Good one Kate...it can be so frustrating when the words won't flow.