My muse just up and left me,
Didn't even say goodbye;
I sit amid'st my darkness,
Devoid of tears to cry.
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This beautiful poem is obvious that your muse never left you. Finely set. Really enjoyed this, as with the others.
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.
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! !
Me thinks your muse peeks at you from just behind the door of wonder that this neat little poem has opened...
Your Muse is with you.Otherwise, you could not have penned such a beautiful poem.
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
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.
It never goes away, it just hibernates a while. I am sorry. But lovely poem
You've just hit a blank spot Joseph - it will return I'm sure.
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: -)