Be-mused

She's a wee voice residing in my soul
Relentlessly she'll wheedle, beg, cajole
Forcing me to write, 'tho I'd rather play
Alas; to her I'm but a lump of clay

ROTMS

View images, video and poems at:
rotms.blogspot.com

poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!