My Muse is You, My Love

I have wondered for months
Questioning again and again
Where has my muse gone?
Only to realize that my muse
Has been with me all along
The goddess of my life
You, my life's inspiration
You, who fills my heart
And my mind with passion
You, the one that I love
You are my love
I Love You

Guilty from April to August

From April to August
Where have I been?
Certainly not here
Not with paper or pen
Waiting for words
Wanting to write
Putting words together
In a form that's not trite
Words of emotion
That could fill an ocean
But losing their way
From mind to pen
And then to paper
Lost in time
For not finding rhyme
And for having no reason
Feeling ever so guilty
For committing a crime
Of not writing
A kind of writers treason
Being ever so guilty
From April to August

I Need to Find a Muse

I need to find a muse
Something or someone
To inspire me
To inspire the poet
That resides within
To inspire me
Lest I explode
From all my thoughts
That yearn for life
In the form of words
That speak from within
To burst forth as poetry
Yes, I am in search
I need to find a muse