No Muse is Bad Nuse…
Another vacation,
Or maybe a trip to find a vocation,
Either way again my muse is gone, much to my frustration,
I have searched for it high and low,
Rufuz did have the scent but lost it as he has little concentration…
Work and sleep,
Is all I do,
Seeing nothing each day new,
Therein my muse does not make a peep…
Even this little poem of explanation,
Is difficult without motivation,
I live here in isolation,
Leaving my muse to rely on my imagination…
© ed ~ 7/16/05
I enjoyed :)
Take care,
Sherry
Love Tinka
God bless, Ed!
Sandie.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
Hey... with a title like this and lines like that last one and the whole last verse, methinks (one word or two?) it's all in your head... your muse, that is, or... have I confused the muse issue? Dunno... but I DO know that I thought this was tons of fun to read.
When you mope, poetically, I tend to giggle... is that rude? I love this, EM. katy xox
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)