She's Gone
My muse deserted me- went far away
and left me sad and feeling quite alone.
Without her, I'm at loss for what to say-
my mind is blank- heart, heavy as a stone.
She filled my wishes for so many years
and never failed to format thoughts to words
by imaging my feelings- smiles or tears-
to steer their pathways like obliging herds.
She's gone- no certain date of her return.
I pack my days with useful things to do;
and though my spirit's low with glum concern,
these other matters need attention too.
Perhaps she's offered me this extra time-
to dwell on life- outside of verse and rhyme.
Sandra M. Haight
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