My Muse Has Deserted Me Poem by Marilyn Shepperson
My Muse Has Deserted Me
I sat down one evening
In my favourite chair
Pen and pad were to hand
At the wall, I did stare
Stared and stared for eons long
But nothing came to mind
No verse, no line
Nor a single word
To start me on my way
I looked out at the window
But my mind remained a blank
There was not a whisper from my muse
Oh, where has it gone?
I think we've all been there! A great poem that captures this moment beautifully, thanks marilyn
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4/24/2024 2:31:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The muse deserts most of us, maybe it gets bored of inspiring us.! ! good poem. Preets