My muse, the slut, still snores

Well, Nina, as much as I enjoyed your poem and loved the title (I'm going to google her poems on the net, too), I'm here to tell you....my muse both abuses and amuses me.. much more the former. So let her snore. 'Cause watch out--there's hell to pay when she awakens. lol. Hug, Anna

hibernate even and regular people must go to work, thinking and saying their boring thoughts? Well, I liked this poem and its butterflies rushing towards and away in annoying fashion. Just a couple of things: *no colourful wings to grasp According to line 1, there are colorful wings to grasp; they are capering about before your very eyes. *inspiration is intangible It seems to me the inspiration is Tangible. That is what is so annoying. They are fluttering about, at the tip of the tongue or the tip of the net as you say in the next line, "just out of reach."

I have every confidence you will awaken the wench ... find out what she took to go to sleep mine hasn't shut up for months want her ? lol shes a bitch though doesnt like me to sleep .... I liked your block poem seems like somethings pushing through maybe making room for another Will be going away for a week or so catch you when I get back take care and write heaps ill still pop in and comment when time permits love and biggest hugs Jayne x x x

Just came by to toss you sonme of my muses (the damn things) they just won't give a break it is exasperating ! You can put em in a box and lock it if you like ;) Mark "some are born to sweet delight, some are born to endless night"

You crack me up! Dare I say that your muse may well be a Male! and you haven't enraged him enough to ravish you! Whew - now where did that come from? Love the frivolity of some of your writes! Tschuess! Boni

my muse entered a coma I fretted so awonder' what to do.. then I found hidden an abondoned stack of scribbling among which was an inventation to explore beyond this waken world and lowe to my astonishment my muse had set up residence away from the hustle bustle

Your muse is a lazy bitch, sleeping so much. But even without her, the poem is superb. When my muse awakens I have nightmares. Always, Cat

I am a sucker for a foreign language! And the little German line at the bottom really is so beautiful sounding and adds that cultured intellectual feel. The butterflies though are a little cliche and the the unexpected "0h" adds a touch of unexpected and rather halting Victorian quality to it. Get dirty with it! The title promises so much but the butterfly images just aren't in keeping with the promise! Kal

Ann of Norway Perhaps they were flying ants and lost their wings Nina! Your muse I mean. Love from me.

Although I don't really understand foreign language my muse is in a menage au trois (I think thats spelled right) and it's kind of a sexy thang.. Mark "Do not ask me about poetry, I am just a poet"

love the quote great idea using the original might be the only sentence sounding better in german than in english how rare, sigh it's a sort of butterflyish year love from out of the snow, Kata

a diacotomy has been cast.. a quandry presented.. which of the two?

Yet, set the first on a shelf, file under progressive pieces. Perhaps you attracted a surrogete muse.