Larry Bradfield Poet Rhyme

When Inspiration Doesn'T Come

When inspiration doesn't come
And the Muse seems sure to resist
I always start with the same six words
"Her love was but a pharmacist"

Ah, my friend , my brain comes awake
"He will soon make fools of us all!"
The Muse begins to stir and moan
Seeing that his esteem might fall

Soon the first line quickly changes
Then the brain picks a clever form
Rhyming schemes start to come forward
And the Muse returns to the norm

So my head is filled with action
And the brain has engaged its list
Shortly a poem is done without
"Her love was but a pharmacist"

10-3-2020
Contest: When There Is No Inspiration
Sponsor: Silent One

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Anne-Lise Andresen October 8, 2020 at 10:56 AM - We never know where our muse will take us ... a wonderful poem, Larry :) - Congratulations on your great 2nd place in the contest :) - //Anne-Lise :)

Silent One October 8, 2020 at 7:55 AM A head full of action, now thats a great thought.. Congratulations on your placement in the contest.. Larry Bradfield October 9, 2020 at 1:26 PM Thanks for the placement

Darlene De Beaulieu October 4, 2020 at 11:25 AM Hello Larry Beadfield, well this is a way to create a poem. enjoy your day my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu October 5, 2020 at 3:08 PM Hello Larry Beadfield, you are welcome. Enjoy your evening my friend. Larry Bradfield October 4, 2020 at 11:38 AM Thanks, Darlene!!

Unseeking Seeker October 3, 2020 at 10:36 PM Superb! Larry Bradfield October 3, 2020 at 11:05 PM Thank you!