I blamed the heat.
And then the humidity.
I blamed hormones
and hateful rhetoric.
I even blamed my hair.
Today is cool and clear.
I am calm and collected.
I have not been
cold-cocked by cruelty.
My hair will do.
And yet I’m sure that
all this alliteration
will not tempt you
to return to me.
I sure hope you’re
having a good time
wherever you are.
Love, Wordless Bug
I'm sharing this for the one second that starts at :30 - but you go ahead & enjoy the whole thing. It makes me howl :)
HA! OH HOW FUNNY!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, and I can only wonder if your muse will answer back.
ReplyDelete"My hair!" LOL.
ReplyDeleteLOVE the movie.
I can relate to missing the muse!
ReplyDeleteI need to watch this movie again.
ok - here is a guaranteed way of getting an idea if the muse has moved on.
ReplyDeletePut all pens, papers, mobile phones, recording devices or anything that you could possibly record your idea on on the table.
Go for a long walk, ride, journey into the absolute middle of nowhere with no quick way to return
Sure enough - when you have no possible way to remember the idea long enough to write it down - that is when they always, always come
Great poem. It's been so long since I watched that movie I can't remember - what happened to Pete?
ReplyDeleteAs I like to tell my son, there is no hair emergency a little pomade cannot fix.
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