Waiting for inspritation.

A playful, frustrated look at being at the mercy of your inner muse.

I'm told to sit, and I do.

I'm told to write, and I do.

Let beauty arise from the work I've sowed.

But that was it.

Where the bleep is this poem I'm owed?

A straight rhyme at the end would have been sick,

but divinity forces me to ruin it,

with this?

S**t.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

"Let beauty rise" has better musicality, but this is otherwise enjoyable and well done.

[Terathopius]

Amusing and relatable; I really struggled today to get anything written down. Nice work!

[dsouzaman]

Thanks, it is frustrating how much you can't control with the process.