Dry Docked Muse

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My muse left town

no note

no good luck

nothing but air

and blank paper,

actual paper.

.

I liked my muse

he had hairy legs

and everything.

When I was thirsty

I always pulled

into his drydock

and got a refill.

.

I miss my muse,

I miss his tendency

to pull me with wires

and rakes, hooks

and grapples out

of the doldrums

where I windlessly

tended to navigate.

.

When he comes back

he will prop himself proud

on my headboard next

to my guardian angel

where they will laugh long

at my slovenliness and my

dependency until I

get busy.

.

allets

08-16-13

10:37p

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dear muse, come home soon. Poems are getting iffy again. 

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Love, 

The Museless


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Haha! This made me laugh.

Haha! This made me laugh. Very cute!

 


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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Tickle Tickle

Just foolin' around, amused, pensive and bemused. There should be a word "premused" and a word "promused" huh? Currently, my muse is on a most wanted list. Poeting is hard work but that WAS fun - ha! ~a~