Here I sit <br />Musing on the Muse <br />Oh glorious Muse <br />Muse-ic to my ears! <br />From whence comes thy chariot of golden fire <br />To dazzle with brilliance my feeble wit? <br />What a pity little brain have I <br />Sitting like a dunce in the dark corner of the room. <br />Teach me, spirit, spare not thy en-lightening rod <br />Awaken the sleeping synapse and obstructed neuron that cannot complete <br />A sentence, a nuance, a rhyme. <br />I’ll write thy name on the blackboard of the sky <br />Fifty thousand times and more <br />If only, but only, you might reveal that name <br />Sacred, unspoken, mysterious <br />Name <br />And whisper it softly, oh so softly <br />In my ear... <br /> <br />Pretty please? <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published in ArtsFusion, Dec 99 - Jan 00, Issue 17)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mused-or-what-s-shakespeare-got-that-i-haven-t-got/
