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
Clever piece! Love it!
Thanks very much, appreciate your kind words.