Musings

Muse, you move me

With an inundation of words

Flowing out from within me.

I suppose,

As the saying goes

 “It never rains, yet it pours.”

I’d thank you for

Your inadvertent inspirations

Though it means I’m now dejected

As words, when written

Signify

My sorrowful admissions.

One Word

Is it possible you wound me even in a single word?

The power you have over me is really quite absurd.

And frankly I can see this unrequited love affair

Brings nothing short of one-sided, of which you’re unaware-

I am sure of it, despite incessant captivation.

And so the story goes with hidden transmissions

In verse and rhyme

I hide behind

My childish infatuation.