Francie Lynch

The Dregs - Poem by Francie Lynch

The dregs are in
The bottle;
The crumbs are on
The floor;
I've nothing to
I'm an empty plate.

So, I'll dip
My bucket
In Lake Muse,
Drink its waters
Til I ooze
With metaphors
And similies,
With figures of speech
For one like you
To read.

Topic(s) of this poem: muse, poetry

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 1, 2015

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