Vagrant Muse
Return to me O vagrant Muse,
Inspire my thoughts and don't refuse.
Where is my poet's inspiration ?
I've lost that bright imagination.
No couplet, ode, nor sonnet – gone
My creative spark that drives me on.
Ideas, invention sadly lacking,
No metaphors, I must be slacking.
Did Keats and Wordsworth suffer thus ?
Maybe I'm making too much fuss.
A sea of white, the empty page,
I'm like a monkey in a cage.
There're words out there I cannot reach,
Like flotsam washed up on the beach.
So I will beachcomb for ideas,
And hopefully something appears
To break this awful writer's block,
Then I can write around the clock.
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