David Kavanagh Poet Rhyme

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!

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David Kavanagh

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I Am Anaya May 25, 2024 at 1:24 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 May 25, 2024 at 2:30 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 May 24, 2024 at 6:25 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 May 24, 2024 at 9:48 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 May 23, 2024 at 7:44 PM I like your poem. I enjoy crows so, for me, this has a happy ending. A talented story, I'd say. David Kavanagh May 24, 2024 at 1:55 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

Jan Allison May 23, 2024 at 11:31 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 May 25, 2024 at 2:45 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 May 25, 2024 at 2:33 PM Hey I wish I had a book to hold up, other than the one in front of the judge lol! I Am Anaya May 25, 2024 at 1:25 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 May 23, 2024 at 12:24 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