A Paean To My Muse

Your grim apathy, my Muse

Had ceased the creative flow

Within me

Leaving me to savor

A plain, prosaic life alone,

With no lyrics to lull,

With no symphonies to soothe.

Your conspicuous absence, my Muse

Had stalled the Spring

To sweep me in its bloom

Of tender creative warmth,

Forcing on me

An uncertain wait

That was wreaking havoc

Within me.

But, your astounding arrival, my Muse

Has now invoked

A creative effulgence

Translating my rank prose

Into poignant poems

Thus, stirring my soul to recite

Paeans of praise for you,

Until my breaths last.