Nick Kasparie

(3-30-94 / Quincy, IL.)

Muses


I muse on muses that have come and gone
The inspiration I have loved and lost
Those whom I hate, then, some have still seemed fond
And others yet have sadly become sauced

Of all, not all, but still there were a few
I chose to leave in quiet tears of joy
The frost ne’er melts as if there were no dew
And others yet had never seemed so coy

Perhaps the day will come my way too soon
When I’ll be struck again by Cupid’s dart
If not by luck it surely will be doom
And yet again the Brain will yield to Heart

While free to write I find myself with use
I’ll stop again once I have found a muse

Submitted: Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, June 19, 2013

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An early attempt at writing a sonnet that I recently found again while in a bout of writer's block

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