my muse and I are arguing
about my use of ink
she tells me something to jot down
and then she says “that stinks”
my spiral notebook has more marks
of stuff that’s scribbled out
than actual decent poetry
it makes me want to shout
so if you’re waiting for Part 3
of sonnet cycle “Fire”
I hope you’ll see it in two weeks
so please suppress your ire!
Why is my muse so difficult
for me to work along?
Each time she says, “It’s time to write”
it turns out she is wrong.
written for OLN at dVerse, because my muse won’t allow me to write what I really want to. Now that I’ve given in to lack of inspiration, I hope to be flooded with it as soon as it’s too late. Oh well…only 2 weeks til the next OLN!