Thursday, May 2, 2024

Writing about not Writing, but with Rhyme


Nothing much to say today

My thoughts have dried and blown away.

No joyful verse with a cherry ring

no lyrics for anyone to sing

no humor, no sorrow, no angry rants

about liars with fires in their pants.

No sentimental sop, no wishful dreaming,

no outraged protests to be read screaming,

no flights of fancy or bumble bees,

no pleading to deities on my knees.

Nothing much to say today,

the muse has stolen my words away.                                  

 

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