Favor Lost

I think she's already returned. Haven't we all felt this way at one time or another. Once again, nice work. Marc

is missed or elusive it maybe for us (the poet) to attract her back I enjoyed your muse bait. In ink, Dabbler ps.when my muse brings me no verse,it is my turn to amuse her with verse.

Neopoet fills the gaps at times, at others I can just take great joy in reading all your poetry. IKNB "ps.when my muse brings me no verse,it is my turn to amuse her with verse" is perfect. I may also slaughter a goat on a blue moon and run naked through the bush with lion, going flying with Kookaburra, encircle myself with the protection of crocodile (she is dinosaur size) and talk with the wicked Dubhain. I might be a weird elf but Dubhain's sense of wickedness borders on evil, but not quite. Hey, our muses are many and strange, I even have a theory (stolen from Terry Pratchet) that particles of inspiration pervade the universe and we just have to learn to attract them. Forgive my rant, it did me some good anyway. Always a cheeky grin, Jess

when our world was new and gods walked the waters there in the shadows watched the muse the veil of abscense heartache and hunger rootless feilds structure and scaffolding gone but not forgotten poems are sculpted thoughts that sometimes need just our touch not just the guiding strength of muses like lovers they return though to keep us doing what we do best writing