Muse On the Loose
Where did she go- she left me in a spin,
with words disjointed- where do I begin?
She took my thoughts held tight within her arms,
and now I fear I'm left without her charms.
My missing thoughts and words in pieces lay;
without a plan, they'll stay in disarray.
Where did she go, that artist of my soul?
Without her lead- no thoughts, no words, no goal.
My muse is on the loose- oh help me, please!
She's gone for good- or is this just a tease?
My muse is on the loose, what happens now?
I'm crushed, forsaken- this I can't allow.
I looked into the den where books are kept;
high up, upon the shelves, and then I crept
down cellar stairs among the antiques there-
returning to the second-story stair.
I looked in every corner, neath the bed;
no sign of her, but then I soon was led
up to the attic by its window view-
entranced, she sat, and that is when I knew.
My muse was on the loose to find new scenes,
and now beside her, inspiration streams.
The vision of the mountains, valleys, sky-
so beautiful it made me gasp and sigh.
Together we sat weaving thoughts and words
while hearing the sweet lullaby of birds.
I learned a poet's muse must be set free-
sometimes to find new views successfully.
September 4, 2016
~2nd Place~
Contest: When There Is No Inspiration
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 10/08/2020
~3rd Place~
Contest: Strand Select 5
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 01/07/2020
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Muse On The Loose
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 09/12/2016
(Iambic Pentameter in Couplets)
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