PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Months have gone by

Nary a single word

My muse seems to have bailed

The dirty bird.



I am so lost

Without its nag

No inspiration, no clues

What a drag.



My poet friends

So prolifically write

I sit here

Try and try as I might.



Nothing but nothing

Do I find

My muse has deserted me

Nothing comes to mind.



So, I will hang up my pen

for another day,

Fire my muse

Find another along the way.



Enough forcing,

I am off to bed.

Good night lord, good night starlight

Enough said.



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