Vanishing Poets
Most poets are led by their Muse-
rely on its aptness to rhyme,
and image fine, word-painted scenes
with ease and finesse all the time.
For twenty-four-seven, Muse serves
no matter the hour- day or night;
there, firm by our sides, to convert
weak themes and wrong words into right.
But, time shows all Muses must rest-
deserve a vacation from us.
That emptiness hits hard at once
and writing- no longer a plus.
Their absence can last days or months,
and even for years, as with me-
when I let my poetry slide
to do other things meant to be.
Yet, one special day, Muse returns;
clear minds with true hearts feel the sign
to pick up that pen full of flow-
and know they'll be writing just fine!
And, therefore, I hope you now know
where poets- sans Muses- all go.
November 28, 2020
~2nd Place~
Contest: Where Do We Poets Go
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 11/29/2020
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