My Muse Is Taking a Snooze
My dearest one,
Where have you gone?
In these long days
I am bereft
Without your deft
Turn of phrase
To spark
My sluggish heart
From my verbose malaise
Are you upset, oh delicate
flower of finest select
Colors, who trickle
In fickle
Flame and fade
A sleight-of-hand shade
I mine fruitless lines
All which you bade
Too conveniently made
Sharply undefined
Is it me? Do I bore?
Are my attentions a chore?
I wish only this
To create words of bliss
But away you turn, as my implores
Thud, a dud, between your coarse snores
Maybe my flirty girl's
Creative cold snap
Just needs
Milk and cookies
And a cat-nap.
5/19/20
Entered in 'and now for something completely different' contest
Judged 5/30/20
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