Poem 5 (15) -- I have a muse

Mikka Mi Amor                 Bones Kendall

I have a muse
Who gives me clues
And teaches me
To write poetry.
She makes me rhyme–
To pass the time,
So my verse’ll shine,
And so it doesn’t read:
“Like stars and moons
across the heavens
I drift through space
On wings of an interstellar
Comet hoping I’ll be carried
Home to my sweet
Love.” That’s lame.
Bad poetry sounds the same.
Sure, my verse may be worse
But difference is what I choose.
I blame it on my muse–
She's my delightful curse.

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