Literature
'Bonded Muse'
She wouldn't stay put,
So I chased her,
Wasted
Myself in my throes
Of effort.
I searched and sought.
I looked and lost.
And only a brief
Glimpse of her hair,
Highlighted by the argent moon
Came to my eyes.
Sometimes the muse cannot
Be held,
Forced to the will,
Sometimes forces YOU
To HERS.
Sometimes you want a poem
And get a picture.
Sometimes you want a picture
And get a poem.
She became elusive,
So I caught her,
Revenged
Herself upon me
In my throes of effort.
I struggled and strived.
I grappled and grasped.
And wrenched her
Of her spirit,
Highlighted by the argment moon,
My bonded mu