Perched here, high in my chair
I stretch...... twisted fingers,
grate 'against bone and sinews;
Trying to capture poetry in motion,
but alas, the muse, has made a run for it
and ducked for cover;
Looking around, I spy evidence of a
once tidied mind, now dishevelled,
in the hunt, for the missing muse;
Books, overturned, endless cigarettes
puffed into dust ; Empty coffee cups, adorn,
a once pristine desk; Dictionaries,
scattered to the four winds, in
disgust ; Notepads and nibbled pencils
left, as redundant, awaiting work;
Family members, creep around the house,
trying not to disturb this mad woman, looking for
her comrade in arms, in her hour of need;
when found, this "muse in the mind" will surely
suffer; Long nights and no sleep, too much
caffeine with nicotine after shocks, adds to the
rapidly increased paranoia........ Someone
has stolen my muse !!......................
Author notes
Just missing my muse .......
Written September 26th, 2004
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Thanks Kate, I think she is still hiding somewhere, but not too far away cuz I can hear her "Cackling"
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Excellent
Oh I hate it when I lose my muse, I think you painted the frustration very well with your words! An excellent description with vivid imagery, and the flow was superb. Pen on, and I truly hope you've found your muse once again!
Kate 
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Thank you peaches.... I appreciate your kind remarks and applause
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this is wonderful i feel the same way i havent been able to right anythign before i foundt his site i always thought of poems to right but never wrote them done now i cant think of a thing to accually right but back to this its a really great peice and nothing i can think of wrong with it. great job
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Thank you Melissa
I appreciate your comments
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Lol ... think she might be lurking somewhere close by.....
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see... an excess of commas, she couldnt even do that right oh well have to try and master that bit by myself Thanks for your help it is appreciated
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Nah.... will come trotting back as if nothing is wrong and make you eat your words
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Thank you Yes she sneeks back when I least expect it
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I know the feeling well. I think mine has been bound and gagged..lol. Thanks for sharing this with us.
Sincerely,
Leo Long -
Awesome
I like this piece, it's very deep The words you use and fit together makes the poem a great piece of art!
Melissa -
ahhh muses gone missing
its awful when that happens
hope you find her soon ^-^
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Lol yes I remember that one... in the middle of our street, our house.... Great times Many thanks for your kind words
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Well done
I see your muse has a humorous side, and likes to say she's not here! Wonderful imagery of the dishevelled house and mind, I feel like that too sometimes. I found an excess of commas. This was fun to read.
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seems like me when I'm missing my muse. I miss her she needs to come back!!! lol great write
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if you say so. This is really good. And many of your other writes i have read are as well. I like the title, it reminds me of the 80s rockband that performs "our house". I am obsessed with 80s so any excuse to allude to them I will. Great job.
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Lol must be in league with mine
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My Muse is a creeper of back doors sharing her gift with others, leaving me home waiting as the cuckhold I have become.
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