It's Meet the Bar at dVerse, and Frank would
have us try trimeter. Apparently the dog
ate my homework. I seem to be at a loss.
Here's my tongue-in-cheek excuse, submitted
with abject apology.
Submitted August 3, 2017
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My muse has gone away
I hope just for today
What caused this wild foray
I’m afraid I cannot say
Perhaps the feet and metre
Were likely to defeat her
She didn’t tell me why
Or stop to say goodbye.
Without her I’m bereft, alas
Simply put, I have to pass.
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A blog for the midnight epiphanies and idle thoughts of a hopeless wordaholic.
This is a fun one! Seems like your muse isn't far away ;-)
ReplyDeleteThat's pretty good in spite of the muse taking the day off. I like the sound of the lines with the feet and metre likely to defeat her. Nice trimeter.
ReplyDeleteMuse, schmooze- you got this!
ReplyDeleteShe hasn't left you yet, but I can certainly identify. I've been stranded by mine all week
ReplyDeleteYour levity is well put, as you conquer the form while lampooning it; nice job.
ReplyDeleteI so enjoyed your note of excuse for lack of muse, Bev, great fun!
ReplyDeleteHa! You told... wait! Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI cannot be a secret
Deleteand be a funny show.
If I am made a bandit
I hide my face, you know.
Love this, Bev! Big, wide smile here!
ReplyDeleteI'm not accepting the apology because this is simply wonderful. Lack of inspiration is also a hard situation we face and have to be addressed in a way a poet address everything and this is such a delight to read.
ReplyDeleteYour muse is somewhat shy.
ReplyDeleteShe wants to be, that's why.
When I am to you dear
for sure I will appear!
Sounds like your muse is grounded pretty good. Mine flits in and out like a lightning bug.
ReplyDeleteNicely done Bev. You aced it.
ReplyDeleteThis is amusing. You certainly have not lost your touch. 👏👍
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