On #WorldPoetryDay here’s a tale of a friend in desperate search of a muse.
Writing a poem is no child’s play
some struggle with it every single day.
I had a friend who was one such
The poetry bug had him truly in its clutch.
Each morning at his table he would determinedly sit
and slog over a rhyme with perseverance and grit.
He struggled with his craft, he took each advice
he tried every technique, every single poetic device.
Come afternoon he’d be quite disgruntled
Sitting in a sea of paper all crumpled.
The best way to do it, someone once told him
is to set your thoughts free and watch them growin’.
Sit back and observe as your poem comes alive
Why just one, you can write twenty-five!
He did just that but his thoughts ran away.
He found them with the pretty girl he met last Monday.
Make her your muse, counselled another friend,
But she gave him a cold shoulder and that was the end.
That’s not the end, said the friend super excited,
heartache will get your poetry love ignited.
Back at his desk, our friend rolled up his sleeve,
he wallowed in his sorrow, and let his heart grieve.
He sat down to write collecting each lovesick thought
but his stomach gave a rumble and his love he quite forgot.
He pondered his dilemma munching on a muffin
blissfully savouring its chocolate blueberry stuffing.
He lay back on his chair, he quietly shut his eyes
he dreamt of soft cakes, of doughnuts, of pies.
The glorious silken chocolate wove its dark magic
And he forgot everything till the very last lick.
Then the words came rushing, words of inspiration
That muffin seemed to have been divine intervention.
He wrote and he wrote as one in a trance
He had after all found his true romance.
He’s all famous now, he’s one of a kind
He’s the only poet with dessert on his mind.
And now he’s mobbed by every budding poet
They ask him and beg him, ‘let us in on your secret’.
Says he with shrug, there are no hidden clues
in the end it’s just about finding your muse.
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to persons dead or alive is purely accidental.
This was such a fun poem! The pic should have hinted what the muse was, but I kept reading it like a little story and halfway through when I realized ‘the muse’ I couldn’t stop smiling. Sweet little romcom with rhyming lines!
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Thanks Anitha – that was just some silly rhyming for fun.
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Oh wow, Tulika, this was such a fun read. Beautifully strung lines. I was smiling throughout 🙂 btw, inspired by all the poet friends, I wrote one too. If you wish you can read it as a note on my blog FB page 🙂
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Thanks I’m a. Read yours too and you know what I feel about the way you write.
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This was so very cute! What an adorable poem and of course, dessert had to be the hero in this! 😀
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But of course :-).
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This was really the cutest poem I have said. I suck at verse and most often can’t make sense of poems but this was so nice.
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Nor can I Rachna but anyone can string together a rhyme.
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Awesome poem…loved the rhyme and the muse 😀
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Ha ha thanks Sanchie.
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Yaaaaay! Loves it dear Tulika! sure poems can be a trick- but you are rocking it my friend. Yummie cake btw:-)
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The cake had to be yummy to be a muse Eli :-). Thanks for dropping by.
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I love this Tulika! And I love the fact that he found his muse through the dark silken magic of chocolate! Seriously, the muse can be hiding anywhere!
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Thanks Shinjhini. Different things work for different people 🙂 and the muse might just be anywhere.
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Awesome poem…loved the rhyme and the muse 😀 Thanks Anitha – that was just some silly rhyming for fun.
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