July 24

Not a-mused

I don’t think I have a muse
At least we’ve never met
I mean, I’m pretty sure
That I wouldn’t just forget

So I sit sometimes in rooms
With writers praising theirs
Naming them Calliope
Or Fred, let’s not split hairs

I sit and listen closely
Until I realize I’m lost
I notice all my tees are dotted
And that my eyes are crossed

The point is I’m unworthy
There’s no one to leave me clues
I stumble through my stories
Just a fool without her muse

~ Liesl Dineen 2014

What do you think?

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