Something's missing, something's lost,
Swallowed by today.
Covered by creative frost,
My muse has slipped away.
I saw it run by late last week,
A wink was all I got.
Without it life is cruel and bleak,
A crushed forget-me-not.
I wander out to search the land
Midst dark and muted hues.
My world is colorless and bland
When I'm without my muse.
In muffled tones and strangled shout
That burst from grieving soul,
In stumbling words, that stagger out
I just seek to be whole.


Jeannie


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