.
Speak softly, gentle muse,
Whisper in my ear
So only I can hear ~
O would that you could!
Instead I have a baying hound
Snapping at my heels
Saying nought but ‘Write… write… write,
You silly twit.’
And what can I write
That I have not yet writ?
Where is your inspiration?
All I have is perspiration for my trouble
As I struggle…
.
©Denise G Allen, 08 June 2013 05:25
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08/06/2013 at 6:43 am
Your muse seems to be alive and well 🙂 Happy writing, adee…
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09/06/2013 at 6:05 am
Ha, Hope, he’s lazy lately… 😉
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08/06/2013 at 7:19 am
You produce such good poetry – in spite of the “snapping at your heels”, Denise. My contributions are far more laboured. I ignore the snapping and write only when I am moved by some happening or memory. Thus I post much less often!
Thank you for your poetry, I love to find it here
John
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09/06/2013 at 6:06 am
The difference is in the quality, John. I don’t have much patience and it’s getting less and less as I get older, lol!
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08/06/2013 at 7:52 am
Very cool
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09/06/2013 at 6:07 am
Nic, you are too kind! 😀
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08/06/2013 at 12:26 pm
haha…funny…and sometimes you just have to write to get to it….no matter how good it is…to sift through you know….
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09/06/2013 at 6:07 am
… and sometimes it feels just like mixing a cake, Brian!
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08/06/2013 at 1:10 pm
It is oft the struggle that brings about the muse…
blessings ~ maxi
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09/06/2013 at 6:08 am
You are so right, Maxi. Sometimes I am afraid that if I don’t keep at it, my muse will desert me altogether!
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09/06/2013 at 5:31 pm
Do not wish away that hound!
And its urges not refuse.
For mine has left without a sound,
and took with it my muse.
To nevermore again be found?
Or as I pray, just a lessoned ruse!
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09/06/2013 at 7:29 pm
Oh dear, Jake. What a dreadful thing… just what I was afraid of. 😦
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14/06/2013 at 9:48 pm
Missed this one – very a muse ing! 🙂
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17/06/2013 at 7:05 am
Not to worry, I hope you were a mused! 😀
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