Drunken Muse Poem by James Timothy Jarrett
Drunken Muse
I try to write
But my words
Stumble and trip
Drunk within my brain
The stairway to my pen
So steep and treacherous
That they dare not tumble down them
Lest they be broken and ruined by the fall
So they stay deep within the den of my brain
In inebriated silence
While my muse
Drinks a bottle of wine
Friday, May 2, 2014
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4/18/2024 7:05:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nothing worse than a sober muse. Good write. Check out - An Amusing Find- when you get a chance.