WHen a Muse Fails to Call
Poetry does not have subtitles

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.
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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