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WHen a Muse Fails to Call

Poetry does not have subtitles

By Owen NichollsPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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Come on fingers move,

Brain get into that groove.

I know there is an epic there,

The world is waiting for me to share.

Words I know,

Why won't you flow?

Perhaps I need a new point of view,

Such as wearing only one shoe.

Giving me that slight skew,

As I ponder my point of view.

Alas still nothing there,

Down I go to my underwear.

My teeth begin to chatter,

The keyboard still fails to clatter.

Ding Dong the doorbell rings,

Maybe that the thing.

Off to the door I go,

Forgetting that almost all is on show.

Saved from the embarrassment of my life,

At the door is my wife.

Giving me that suffering look,

No justification I try to brook.

For my muse she knows I chase,

Which takes me to the strangest place.

All the while she remains aloof,

Secretly thinking what a goof.

Shaking her head, she has seen it all

As I chase shadows up a wall.

Till at last I come to a stop,

Into a chair I flop.

I had chased my muse high and low,

In the end I had nothing to show.

inspirational

About the Creator

Owen Nicholls

I have worked in the IT industry for over 30 years. Poetry grabbed my attention at an early age when I was going to elocution lessons and my teacher found that reading out poetry was perhaps the best method.

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