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My mushy muse

I’m a dead muse walking, stuck in a queue moving along slowly, spreading out too A worm wriggles past, looking worse for wear was caught in a hailstorm, guts everywhere I'm a dead muse crawling, stuck fast in glue caught up with the worm, he leaked so much goo We're neck and neck, near the exit gate I patch up his wounds, then use him for bait I'm a dead muse fishing, snagging old reeds the worm's in awful shape, each segment bleeds I let him off the hook, just to take a rest he looks juicy, but in truth not the best I'm a dead muse starving, no appetite can't find a stanza never mind a bite And that poor li’l wiggler, I let him go into the hailstorm, oops no, stupid crow! By David Kavanagh

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I Am Anaya

Date: 5/25/2024 1:24:00 PM

"And that poor li’l wiggler, I let him go into the hailstorm, oops no, stupid crow!" love the humor-poor wiggler, and the alliteration in the title! Entertaining

David Kavanagh
Date: 5/25/2024 2:30:00 PM

I know it’s cruel humour Anaya, but I had a bone to pick with my muse, no worms were harmed whatsoever in the making of this one, just a deservedly well battered and bloody muse, glad you enjoyed, cheers David

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 5/24/2024 6:25:00 AM

Dear David, A wonderful whimsical journey through the trials of creativity. The playful tone make for an entertaining read. Though struggling, your muse brings a sense of humor to the creation process. Thank you for sharing this delightful piece—it brought a smile to my face. :) - Blessings, My Friend, Daniel

David Kavanagh
Date: 5/24/2024 9:48:00 AM

Heya Daniel, I tend to have a go at my muse every so often, sometimes helps to awaken it from a stupor, had a bit of fun here (darkish perhaps) wouldn’t read too much into the malevolent tone, worms have nothing to fear lol! cheers David

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 5/23/2024 7:44:00 PM

I like your poem. I enjoy crows so, for me, this has a happy ending. A talented story, I'd say.

David Kavanagh
Date: 5/24/2024 1:55:00 AM

You’re definitely right Hilda, the crow got its meal, the worm got a break, and my muse got it’s comeuppance, cheers David

Di11y Da11y
Date: 5/23/2024 9:21:00 PM

Lol :D nice take Hilda

Di11y Da11y

Date: 5/23/2024 12:47:00 PM

Well another changing last line - seems like inspiration struck after all, must be that storm haha :)

David Kavanagh
Date: 5/23/2024 12:54:00 PM

I honestly couldn’t finish this one, and left it pretty vague like my muse, but stone the crows, I got a little inspiration for the last line, and changed it, it’s not a nice poem and I really don’t have a problem with worms, only the ones eating away at my muse, cheers David

Jan Allison

Date: 5/23/2024 11:31:00 AM

I can relate big time David, I found mine for long enough to write and post a poem but she is being a stroppy mare and focusing on poems for the next book :-)

I Am Anaya
Date: 5/25/2024 2:45:00 PM

lol, David! You know you can, "Monoku's That Will Blow Your Mind" by David Kavanagh --If I can put Robert's book together you can!

David Kavanagh
Date: 5/25/2024 2:33:00 PM

Hey I wish I had a book to hold up, other than the one in front of the judge lol!

I Am Anaya
Date: 5/25/2024 1:25:00 PM

Hey, nice picture of you holding your book, congratulations on your Giggles book! I also have a picture of Robert Gorelick holding his book :D

David Kavanagh
Date: 5/23/2024 12:24:00 PM

Its all about the muse Jan, the worm is just reflection of my Swiss cheese-like mind, I wish you big success with the new book, cheers David