Vagrant Muse

Return to me O vagrant Muse, Inspire my thoughts and don't refuse. Where is my poet's inspiration ? I've lost that bright imagination. No couplet, ode, nor sonnet – gone My creative spark that drives me on. Ideas, invention sadly lacking, No metaphors, I must be slacking. Did Keats and Wordsworth suffer thus ? Maybe I'm making too much fuss. A sea of white, the empty page, I'm like a monkey in a cage. There're words out there I cannot reach, Like flotsam washed up on the beach. So I will beachcomb for ideas, And hopefully something appears To break this awful writer's block, Then I can write around the clock.