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Midnight Muse

by Mary Ellen Smith

"Why do you wake me up at this hour?"
I look for my glasses
A pen
Some paper.
I can only find an old receipt from Wallmart to write on.

This Muse is out of control.

"What...what is it?"

I scribble words that I won't be able to read in the morning...turn over and pull the blanket over my head.

"Let yourself out."



02/17/2003

Posted on 02/17/2003
Copyright © 2026 Mary Ellen Smith

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/17/03 at 09:33 PM

LOL!!! Very funny! A just plain fun read!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/18/03 at 03:40 AM

What red blooded poet can't relate to this well stated slice of frustration. Great closing line also.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 02/19/03 at 04:06 AM

Funtastic....Charlie

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