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Missing Muse's Warm Breath on My Neck: A Poem

Val enjoys writing rhymed poetry with a valuable message in it.


Writing about writer's block is better than not writing anything.

-- Charles Bukowski

There are those times when I'd like to share

but all those good words won't come to mind

my Muse taking a day off or just doesn't care

so I've got to look for a fun of some other kind.

There's something to do more often than not

while both my reader and I deserve a break

anyway writing is not something really hot

and pausing is good for moderation sake.

So I deceive myself while without inspiration

as some lying comes helpful at such times

when mind is too lazy for some creation

too dry to come up with any rhymes.

It's when I am just in this mood to yap

something in me seeking its expression

and that's when I usually write some crap

just driven like by certain unclear obsession.

You know when you feel great

and you want to let the world know

but then your mind's telling you to wait

for Muse is either gone, or getting too slow.

I miss my Muse, her breath on my neck

I always imagine her as a gorgeous dame

a dirty old man, it's my choice -- what the heck

an ugly old bag would've never inspired the same.

So I'm patiently waiting for her return

and in this meantime some crap will do

I won't see any difference in money I earn

it's only that one more time I am boring you.

© 2022 Val Karas