Desperate Rooms

Desperate Rooms

A Poem by rew
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A Rondeau

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In desperate rooms wee writers moan
bad words are cursed and pens are thrown
at mocking walls and pencils broke
notes are shredded, God invoked,
the muse has fled (that fickle crone)
is whispered in bewildered tones...

The muse fled? Nah! She's never home
while all around the silence drones
as mute blank pages volumes spoke
In desperate rooms.

Now reduced to a blank-mind groan
and cursing rhyme schemes set in stone
these writing tools are heavy yokes
but, razors cure and at a stroke
relief from skill she thought she owned
In desperate rooms.

© 2021 rew


Author's Note

rew
A rondeau, jest for fun.

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Imaginative and such fun you have created here rew. That first stanza really resonates with me. My fickle muse, off on holiday yet again. This time a prolonged one and not a word from her as to when she is likely to return. I wait patiently concentrating on reading at the mo. All the best to you and thanks for sharing your rondeau.

Chris

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

rew

1 Week Ago

Cheers Chris. Thanks for that - the visiting, reading and your valuable comment - all very welcome! .. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

You have more patience than me when it comes to structure. Once upon a time I was far more disciplin.. read more



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Imaginative and such fun you have created here rew. That first stanza really resonates with me. My fickle muse, off on holiday yet again. This time a prolonged one and not a word from her as to when she is likely to return. I wait patiently concentrating on reading at the mo. All the best to you and thanks for sharing your rondeau.

Chris

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

rew

1 Week Ago

Cheers Chris. Thanks for that - the visiting, reading and your valuable comment - all very welcome! .. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

You have more patience than me when it comes to structure. Once upon a time I was far more disciplin.. read more

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