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Poor Muse 2
by Mary Ellen SmithToday was one of those soft days that come about in winter.
Blankets of snow warm the hills above the house.
I thought for a moment my Muse would come to the window
to instigate a snowball fight.
But he is nowhere to be found.
Alas poor Muse, I had every intention of inviting him in for tea.
02/16/2003 Posted on 02/16/2003
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/17/03 at 03:38 PM I'd say the muse sneaked into the kitchen while you were not looking! A very pleasant read. (Snow is alas much, much closer here--like blocking the doors!) |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 02/21/03 at 06:20 AM After reading and thoughtful musing. Very good
poem Mary....Charlie |
| Posted by Tim D Livingston on 02/21/03 at 06:54 AM I'm going to agree with Que on this one. Muse probably stole the tea and ran out with it. It will be back to taunt you! I really like this. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/23/08 at 03:05 PM that last line is so cute. |
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