suddenly the dam holding my attempts at poetry in abeyance has broken. Praise be! This was an especially long slump, and it probably won’t be my last, but I’m SO glad its over. I have not even had my camera out except for ebay work—which means no autumn trees, no flowers, not even any cat pictures.
Here’s one I wrote a while back…just waiting for the light of day.
My Muse has left me
she’s taking a break,
a well-deserved furlough
for both of our sakes.
She works night and day,
inspires me and prompts
with clever ideas
and turns of phrases.
Without her I stumble
stammer, or mumble
incoherent turns
of uninspired chatter.
poignant and pointed
and perfectly phrased
trite and trivial
droll or drivel…
patronizing or haughty
sometimes a bit naughty
dramatic or dull
inappropriate or inane
flowery prose, tortured phrases
along side ravings that make me seem crazed
or things that perhaps would be better unsaid—
I’m just so happy when my Muse is not Dead!
© Sometimes, 2016
SOMETIMES 
All good things come to those who wait!Enjoy! Hugs! ❤
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indeed, I have always found that to be true. I am the queen of the optomists
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