Lines Written in the Muse's Absence

Poets without new rhymes
     are poets without a Muse;
poets whose lines don't flow
     are poets we cannot use.

Like artists who don't paint,
     or minstrels who don't sing;
the world has no time or place
     for poets so fruitless in the spring.

If rhymes were more plentiful
     and lines were much more flourishing,
the earth at this time of year 
     would thrive, and be more nourishing.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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