The Muse

Inspiration is so fickle.

Inspiration comes

in ebbs and flows

only time knows

when the muse will return

 

Hidden deep down

in pebbles by a stream

in an elusive dream

a reclusive mans glare

a childs innocent stare

 

She blends in and fades

into dry blue skys

her warm blue eyes

stare at you then disapear

and leave you in a land

you don't understand

alone in your mind

where you find

 

without her there

your mind is a terrible place to be.

Author's Note

I have a feeling there is something wrong with my rhyme scheme, is it too blatent?

Reviews

[VintageCocoa]

nice one!

[Jessica]

i liked this it was kinda cute and the last line about your mind being a terrible place to be when your not with her is soo cute
and it is so true when your not with the one you love your mind goes wild and its terrible ahah good write!

[Sabrina]

i like this, because it doesn't sound like you're trying really hard to rhyme. it just sounds natural.
look at my poems!