The Poet's Barren Tale Poem by Fred Rik Kesner

The Poet's Barren Tale

They came for the feast of phrases,
gathered ‘round the wordless flame.
Empty cups clinked, unsated,
as the poet shrugged—his muse unspoken.

"There's no story here, " he muttered,
his mind a drought-struck desert.
And so they sat, grasping shadows,
a poem promised but never served.

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