This muse thing is rather contrary...


Dry

I am dry dry dry
I cannot sing or cry
Or speak or dream
I am ordinary
And I am sad.

This then becomes
And I am glad...

This is fun fun fun
It seems it has begun
Words taste of cream
I am ordinary
And I am not sad.





Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-12-18 at 04:02

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Commentally Ill
it is interesting to note that the word you chose as the opposite to dry was fun.
2014-02-06


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
It's funny how "ordinary's" appearance changes when viewed from different angles.
2013-12-22



Nice repeating rhythms and a reminder that the muse can take a break too. She/He always comes back to give us a nudge.
2013-12-19


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
What a great "bootstrap" poem! So concise and joyful. Well Done, Jenks.
2013-12-18