Missing
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It is just another day
But it does not feel the same
And now, my greatest fear
That misfortune is to blame
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It started well before the dawn
As I sat down with my coffee
But the words I came to read
Were not there for me to see
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Every day there is a morsel
Of humor or great wit
But five a.m. has gone by
And I cannot seem to find it
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In my world of words
She is but a part
Yet she has always been
How my day would start
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Now I pray that she is well
And I fight off the haunting sorrow
I pray her words will be there again
When I wake to greet tomorrow
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According to the Bible, even God took a rest! Maybe your muse needs one?
He rested on the seventh day. I feel like I am still on Tuesday.
and if it were my guess, i might think she fell asleep while typing, and worry for naught, but such a sweet poem
I was relieved that I worried for nothing and happy to see her return! Thanks Beth!
thanks, brad –
You are a consummate professional, you don’t need a muse as you have talent, talent which is the result of hard work, of trial and error, investigation and emotional investment. Great work my friend, truly artistic and masterful,
All the best,
FBC.
Thank you Francisco! I appreciate your kind support!
Youβre very welcome my friend!
I have to agree with Francisco. You wrote this lovely poem about your missing muse. Lovely too. You are so filled with talent my friend. Sending you love, hugs and prayers. β€οΈπ€ππ Jonikins
Thank you Jonikins!
My pleasure Brad. Love Jonikens xoxoxo
I hope your wish was granted and you woke up to her words.
My fears were unsubstantiated. She just slept in!
Oh, good!
There is no rhyme or reason why some days the words come easier than others.
Thanks Pete! That is not always easy for a creature of habit.
I think I know to whom you are referring π
that’s what you get for waking up so early π
You are correct on both counts! Thanks Jim!
This was beautiful
Thank you Maria!
You are welcome.