Sometimes the muse sings blues
Others times it knocks and strolls
Rockets lift igniting the fuse
Or asking for whom the bell tolls
Just tune in and it will christen
Words will come that strikes the chord
Calm your mind still, do not listen
Soon it comes like the mouse that roared
© 2011 Michael Yost
i will be bugged if my muse doesn’t come back.. good one.
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Trust me when I say they’re never far away. smiles
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Great muse poem! It does sneak quietly in and roar!
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When you think your brain drain has lost it’s last drop.
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good one. 🙂
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Thank yoy Trisha!
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true…
😉
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