Amusing

Museless, this pen falters

Hesitates

Scratches a line not worth keeping

 

I explore hollow thoughts and formless dreams

With no success, it’s passionless

And hard to find grand themes in the mundane

 

My fuel is running low

No last chance service station in sight

When I drift to a halt

I’ll get out and walk

To the museum of passionate love

Looking at static displays of grand moments

Living vicariously

For a moment of white hot intensity

Lost in memories

Lost regrets

But before I leave

I’ll check the lost and found

For a muse

In case

 

David Trudel   ©  2012