Saturday, October 6, 2018

My Muse is gone

Today marks a first, dear reader. Actually, it marks a couple firsts. This is the first time I have written a rondeau. A Rondeau is a French form, 15 lines long, consisting of three stanzas: a quintet, a quatrain, and a sestet with a rhyme scheme as follows: aabba aabR aabbaR. Lines 9 and 15 are short - a refrain (R) consisting of a phrase taken from line one. The other lines are longer (but all of the same metrical length).

The next first is that I managed to use the word 'shite' in a poem. Shite is a colloquial way to say shit. And the third first is that I address you personally in this piece.

The prompt today was to be based on the word 'conquered'. And something about what Virgil conquers all. Well, dear reader, I conquered. I hope you enjoy today's poem, which has nothing to do with love. Actually, it has nothing to do with the prompt at all. And I like it.

Rod E. Kok
October 6, 2018

My muse is gone. I cannot write
I struggle in vain with all my might.
I hate these words which are to rhyme
I really would rather not waste my time.
This prompt has got me very uptight.

Laughing out loud as I pen this shite
I cannot wait to be done tonight.
Not publishing this would be a crime.
My muse is gone.

Dear reader, do you see my plight?
You probably want me to feel contrite.
Well, I don’t. My words are sublime
although they’re really not worth a dime.
Getting this far has been a fight.
My muse is gone.


  1. ~Snerk Giggle Chortle~

    This is great, Rod. I imagine plenty of poets, writer, and bards have felt the same way, me included.

  2. A muse that has up and left you can still make for good writing material. Well done!