Over The Hill Poem by Joseph Anderson

Over The Hill

Rating: 5.0


My muse just up and left me,
Didn't even say goodbye;
I sit amid'st my darkness,
Devoid of tears to cry.

I had it until recently,
Had all my words in play
And now my mind is in a funk,
I don't know what to say.

I'm hopeful it will soon return
But, doubtful that it will;
It thinks of me as washed up,
A poet, over the hill.

Perhaps, I've reached my apex
Of what was my greatest thrill;
That leaves me with this sad, sad choice-
Just get on down that hill.

But, if perchance you spot it,
Please, send it back home to me;
I'm sure you would not want it,
It holds no high degree.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
If my muse does not return, I am hopeful of
borrowing Valeries muse. I like it better, anyway.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Brown 19 September 2012

You've just hit a blank spot Joseph - it will return I'm sure.

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Loree Adams 19 September 2012

It never goes away, it just hibernates a while. I am sorry. But lovely poem

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Valerie Dohren 19 September 2012

I think mine is taking a break too at the moment, maybe they've gone off together somewhere. Anyway Joseph, I expect they'll come back with their tails between their legs when they need feeding! ! You have done pretty well without her with your poem though - definitely not over the hill.

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Heather Wilson 19 September 2012

I think your muse has already returned home, performing very well in this wonderful poem, guess it just needed to take a five minute break. it was very clever and holds a very high degree

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Neela Nath Das 19 September 2012

Your Muse is with you.Otherwise, you could not have penned such a beautiful poem.

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Ruby Honeytip 22 November 2012

Well colour me happy! I have a muse you can borrow too. I tell you Joseph....we are gonna have a zing back in your step in no time: -)

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Walterrean Salley 05 October 2012

This beautiful poem is obvious that your muse never left you. Finely set. Really enjoyed this, as with the others.

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Naveen Kumar 26 September 2012

Washed up poet over the hill.... doubtful that it will; I'm hopeful it will soon return - me too... it was a treat to read.

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Valsa George 25 September 2012

Quite interesting! ! When ever there is such a lament, the Muse is sure to have a triumphant come back as has happened in the case of Valerie! But we really doubt the authenticity of your statement! Nevertheless this poem is just wonderful! !

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Smoky Hoss 23 September 2012

Me thinks your muse peeks at you from just behind the door of wonder that this neat little poem has opened...

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