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a rhymester's life

I languish when my lines are lean.
(You poet pals know what I mean.)
The pen you push outright refuses
to trace the touch of tender Muses!

I suffer when my words won’t rhyme.
You’d think I’d carried out a crime,
like Chamberlain, that crass appeaser
or Brutus boldly stabbing Caesar!

I worry when my verse won’t glow,
and poet’s passion will not flow.
John Keats said poems should flow freely,
like streams, sun’s rays or blood, ideally.

I freak out when my stanzas stink
of stagnant sweat or icky ink.
Like trafficker, with shit to smuggle,
a rhymester’s life’s a sodding struggle!

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I write of the deadly valley of jumbled words, I should fear the evil of misplaced lines
and unanswered rhyme. The clock ticks slowly and the pendulum swings, and I forget how the muses sing.
Sometimes, I struggle to make a poem work and how to get my hand and brain working together.
It happens to the best of us. No need for the apostrophe in [muses], last line of the first stanza.
These crisp and clean lines, hold up well in the scheme of things.
Spare, but powerful ideas are apparent and I like this style!
~ Geezer.
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Thanks, Geezer. Glad you relate to this. I've dropped the apostrophe, by the way. Thanks again for your comments and sound advice.

KBloor

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Enjoyed this little tongue-in-cheek piece about the woes of a poet whose muse seems to have left him.

The comparisons you used made me smile.

If i had a nit, it would be that SOME of the rhyme felt a little forced to my ear, but other than that, I thoroughly enjoyed this.

Cheers!

Cyrus (Psyve)

P.S. I was reminded of lines from my own lyric "Block and Tackle" on a similar subject, posted here many, many years ago...

But, in the grand tradition,
I burn the midnight lamp,
And sit here, poised with pen in hand:
An imperious knight,
With a serious Writer’s Cramp…

Thank you, CYRUS. Yeah, a rhymester's deepest fear: forcing the rhyme. (You may be right about my present offering.) Glad you liked it though. Thanks for your own poetic offering, I see the similarity!

KBloor

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