Melissa Prunty Kemp

30 Day Poetry Challenge: National Poetry Writing Month

DAY 22

 

 

AWOL

 

Work chases away the muse,

her flowing hair,

words for my verses,

blow away

in storm breezes.

My computer freezes,

refuses to type

the tersa rima

but writes emails instead,

turns sonnets into

quality control reports.

The flutter in my chest

no longer heady spring

leaping from the ice

of cold earth.

It is stress.

I should

take my blood pressure meds

but they won’t mix

well with the wine

the Muse left

to remember her by.

 

© 4/22/14 by Melissa Prunty Kemp