Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

A Little Humor on a Wednesday

Manic Muse

My muse is dead, just up and died.
Never left a note, never said goodbye.
I cajole her and beg her and still she sleeps.
My creative flair, a prisoner she keeps.

I bang my head, and bite my nails.
And still no creative tales.
So at long last I give up the fight,
Turn off the PC, and say goodnight.

And just as my body drifts off to sleep,
I hear this annoying little "peep"
I tell her . . . "No, go away . . .
I called and called for you all day! "

But the "peeps" persist and grow louder still
Until from my slumber I am drawn against my will.
So here I sit in the middle of the night,
Gleaning a strange comfort from the monitor's light.

And wait and wait for my muse to speak,
But all I get is that annoying "peep!"
You might find me one early morn , passed on , gone to my Lord,
And all because my muse was bored!


  1. Oh, this is wayy too good! This is so true and I can totally relate although I'm fast asleep when she does her peep.

  2. Sad but true! Unless I get more than a peep I stay snuggly in bed. Sure as eggs I'll get up & she's promptly bored with musing.

  3. I thought it was appropriate!


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