Poetry Day: My Muse

Greetings, readers!  Yes, I realize that last month saw no blog post from me, and for that, I apologize.  In fact, things may just get a bit slower from here on out; I've been preparing to go back to college, and that's put a hold on some of my writing.  And actually going back may make it worse.

But I assure you that I will power through it all and find a way to post more content on a semi-regular basis.  And this month, I'll try to get one more blog post up to make up for last month (but seeing as how I start on the 24th, it may prove difficult).

This month, I'll keep things simple and resurrect Poetry Day.  For today, I've decided to post a piece of free verse mixed with alliteration to make a charming structure that I think you might enjoy--with a message that rather fits my writing situation, lately.  I know it's not much, but hopefully, I'll have something more substantial posted before school starts.  Thanks again for your patience, and as always, thank you for your time, and for your eyes.

MY MUSE

My Muse

My merry and melodic messenger of music and motion

Is missing

My Muse made magic in my mind

Much magnanimous magnificence materialized

Missing her mesmerizes me with mystery

Mystic machinations make way for malicious madness

Only my Muse can mollify my mournful melancholy

And mend this maddening maelstrom of misery

With her mellow and mellifluous melody

Maybe my mistrustful melodrama

Made her moderate-minded merriment maligned and menaced?

Or is it my Muse’s mendacious malediction

That melts my mirthful mental milieu?

My missing muse is no mere metaphor

I miss her so much, maybe forevermore

With all my might, I may make amends

And move these morose misgivings from memory

So my Muse can mold her magic melody once more