Tag: Muse

The Muse Speaks

The muse has gathered my bones
in a wicker picnic basket
which she shakes violently
whenever I ask
what I should write
“This! This!”
she yells
as she rattles
my bone basket madly
around her head
“This is what a poem
sounds like!
Are you deaf?
Write it!”

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Among the lost I am
indistinguishable –
We all wander alike

In small circles

Occasionally
thrusting our arms
ecstatically skywards
’cause we almost had it
there for a second
but our lime green
gelatin dreams
have yet
to set so the
March for the Muse
continues
and we punctuate
the air with batons
of empty spoons

Parched

I have
crawled
valiantly
through the
searing sands
today with
all the
grace of a
skittering
scorpion
searching
for some
hapless
arachnid
to devour it

was no spider
I sought
but a drop
of elixir
from the muse now

sprawled
face up
glaring
into the eye
of the
unflinching
sun

not even a
tear will come

perspiration
my only
inspiration only

vultures
to attend
my poetic
cremation