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worse and worse and worse and worse
by Mary Ellen Smith
beyond the wealth of word and rhyme.
another place, another time.
dark as the ink, black as the night
I flip the switch and find no light.
the bulb is there, but its not lit.
filiment is burned a bit.
it doesn't help much to lament
this wall of bricks set in cement.
I look outside for inspiration.
poetic like interpetation.
my friend the moon has turned his face
and hidden in a cloudy place.
dear sweet chirping baby bird.
fled from me, he must have heard.
all of nature seems to know
I haven't any words to sow.
no words no seeds no flowery phrase.
just a museless endless maze.
jumbled, dry worthless verse
worse and worse and worse and worse. 04/15/2002 Posted on 04/15/2002
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 01/02/03 at 05:49 AM I still get a kick out of this one Mary. Happy
New Year.....Charlie |
| Posted by Jolie Jordan on 06/02/03 at 11:55 PM Very nice. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/16/06 at 01:39 AM "I flip the switch and find no light" - this is such a great phrase for your lost muse, but I'm finding this poem pure fun anyway. |
| Posted by Maria Francesca on 04/13/07 at 01:10 AM Even your writer's block is brilliant! -maria. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/08/07 at 11:58 AM LOL!! Clever, clever, would that the lack of muse be so kind to me! |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 02/09/09 at 04:25 PM Good to read again Mar....CharMin |
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