DESPERATION
The word angel ran off with the muse
after cutting my tongue from my mouth.
So now I’m left with pre-verbal grunts
and nothing to say.
The word angel ran off with the muse
after cutting my tongue from my mouth.
So now I’m left with pre-verbal grunts
and nothing to say.
Labels: writing
posted by Pilgrim Path | 1:44 PM
3 Comments:
It happens to all of us sometimes. Hang in there.
I like the playfulness of this poem Rich! When you have nothing to say, make a poem about it, brilliant!
Hope you find your muse.
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