Where Is My Muse? - Poem by Jessica Holt
I would like to know,
Where is my muse to spur inspiration?
Helping my talent to expand and grow,
The one to trigger a new creation.
After reading a beautiful ode
Dedicated entirely to his muse,
She was the best gift to be bestowed,
I started searching, not a moment to lose.
I tried to summon them calling their names,
“Urania, Thalia, Clio, Melpomene, ”
Tried again, maybe they were playing games?
Rotten luck, they were nowhere to be seen.
I have been told that I am a muse
It surely was not something to choose
I’ve inspired other’s work, only to bemuse
Me since I don’t inspire me, I only confuse.
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