yes completely loathe it

when my muse

my very own muse

whom i adore

with all of my heart

evades me…

i mean

i am a wordwarrior

for heaven’s sake

how dare she

leave me

like

a pauper

short of words

fumbling for

just one letter

on the keyboard

to break this

dry white season

on the endless screen

of nothingness.

worse than any lover

she seduces me

yes, quite like no other

and then

she just ups and offs

just when i feel i am falling

heedlessly

helplessly

in love with her

vamoos!

gone

vanished

nowhere to be found..

leaving me feeling used

betrayed

second grade

how could she go!?

And you, pray tell me,

yes you, please,

we’ll keep it just between us,

is she perhaps

woo-ing you

or you

or you?

where could she be?

just a few days ago

we were having

such a good time

making love

on the page

in the hot afternoon sun,

then later,

by the rays of the moonlight

word after word

chapter after chapter

only to wake up early

one morning

and find myself

all alone

completely

solo

and my screen,

my poor beautiful screen,

like my heart,

ripped open

to reveal

a blank,

snowy

emptiness.

I’ve sat and tried to write

i really have

Even just one sentence

Without her

In the hope that

if I wrote it

And then left

She’d be so enraged

she’d come to find me

And drag me back to the page

like she used to

when we were still lovers

But no,

Not this time,

I thought she’d be livid

If i left

And didn’t even once

command her by name…

If i played that she

never existed

i was sure

she wouldn’t handle my

withdrawal from

her ‘entraptuous’ ways…

but still

she has made no contact…

I fear I will go mad without her

That the white screen

Will become my prison..

Please I beg you

please

if she is perchance visiting you

or you

or you…

bring her close to you

hold her tight

and then

whisper in her ear

so no one else

but she can hear

these few words:

“Go back to your wordsmith

she misses you

so!”