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I think she’s already returned. Haven’t we all felt this way at one time or another. Once again, nice work.
Marc

is missed
or elusive
it maybe for
us (the poet)
to attract
her back
I enjoyed
your muse
bait.

In ink,
Dabbler

ps.when my muse brings me no verse,it is my turn to amuse her with verse.

Neopoet fills the gaps at times, at others I can just take great joy in reading all your poetry.
IKNB “ps.when my muse brings me no verse,it is my turn to amuse her with verse” is perfect.
I may also slaughter a goat on a blue moon and run naked through the bush with lion, going flying with Kookaburra, encircle myself with the protection of crocodile (she is dinosaur size) and talk with the wicked Dubhain. I might be a weird elf but Dubhain’s sense of wickedness borders on evil, but not quite. Hey, our muses are many and strange, I even have a theory (stolen from Terry Pratchet) that particles of inspiration pervade the universe and we just have to learn to attract them.
Forgive my rant, it did me some good anyway.
Always a cheeky grin,
Jess

when our world was new
and gods walked the waters
there in the shadows
watched the muse

the veil of abscense
heartache and hunger
rootless feilds

structure and scaffolding
gone but not forgotten

poems are sculpted thoughts
that sometimes need
just our touch

not just the guiding strength
of muses

like lovers they return though
to keep us doing what we do
best

writing