Where Is She?

It's lonely without her LOL

　

 

I’ve searched the house in vain.

Completely wracked my brain.

Checked pockets and my shoes

But still can’t find my muse!

 

I fear that she has fled

And left an empty head.

My mind has too much room

Hushed quiet, like a tomb.

 

This wintry cold and snow

Are reasons she might go

Shirking every tether,

Seeking warmer weather.

 

Perhaps she found a lair,

Lies hibernating there,

Dreaming, until the Spring,

Of new songs she’ll then sing.

 

Is there some convention,

She forgot to mention?

Or did my wayward muse

Stow away on a cruise?

 

Reviews

[David Lewis Paget]

To be able to write your way out of a black hole is a feat in itself, and you have not only accomplished that, you have done it with panache. I've experienced the same thing myself, twice lately, and it's an uncomfortable and annoying feeling. You treat the subject with such humour that I'm sure your muse will return, if only bcause it doesn't want to be left out of the fun. Great stuff!

[clemon73]

perfectly written. great flow, perfect word choice, good humor. Overall great work.

[Francez]

Writer's block? You sure don't have one.
As usual, you did it again! I like your well chosen words and flow.
Great piece!

[James Paulin]

This is great fun. Nice way to end a drought of poetic nature in rhyme and meter.

[Subjective Sanity]

She must be there somewhere because this is an exceptional piece of work. Another favorite!

[Tim]

Excellent poem Ellen, I liked it.

[Coyote Poetry]

My muse seem to disappear often too. A fun poem to read. I like the flow and your story. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[THERISA]

Ellen, think i saw your Muse walking down the Danforth, last week with a load of veggies from one of the Chinese markets there. She apologizes for not getting back to you, but its been way too cold here in Toronto. Hopefully when the weather warms up, she return with new stories to share and tell.

[Anita B Jacques]

Very nice, I wish I could play with words like you do. Don't feel bad my muse is missing for months now, maybe for good. You did very well without her with this poem, when she comes back send her my way.
A gentle hug for you.
Annie

[cartera]

Very good. A little humour goes a long way.
Self-deprecation is always good if not taken too far.
ATB
Alex.