I’ve got
nothing
I sat in the kitchen
at the antique table
with my paper and
favorite pen at the
ready
nothing
I moved to the living
room and sat in
the plaid over-stuffed
chair with my journal
and a #2 pencil
nothing
I went to the dining
room and sat quietly
in the dark, waiting
nothing
Up the steps
counting each one
and into my bedroom
and there curled up
under the patchwork
quilt, snoring gently
I found my muse
—-
Over at d’Verse it’s Poetics – Room With or Withour a View
rhymeswithbug 
I loved this! Great place to find a poem!!!!!
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Thanks😊
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The ending of your poem made me smile. If only it was so easy!
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😉 if only!
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My muse finds me sleeping but I’m too lazy to get up and listen to her.
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he, he
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Such a delightful read 🙂
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Thank you 😊
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I love the end… somehow there can be comfort in that snoring… and sometimes annoyance as well.
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I think it depends on who’s snoring 😉
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I do think sometimes setting makes all the difference in the world. We have to find our comfortable space in which to write!
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… and it changes sometimes!
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NICE. Love the penning of process here.
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Thanks, De
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love this one 🙂
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Thanks a bunch
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This is so good.
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Thanks so much!
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I’m smiling. How fun to go room to room, searching for that elusive muse. She found you.
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Glad you smiled 😊
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“…. Snoring gently, I found my muse!” That’s by far the best way :-)!!!! Brilliant post !
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Thanks a bunch, Bee
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Haha, this made me smile after a rough day. Nice work
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Thanks. Glad you’re smiling 😊
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I love this and need to hit my duvet now and too tired to even muse!
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Thanks. Sweet dreams
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I am smiling at the end…I think you need just to shake her up a bit 🙂
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I might give that a try 😉
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betcha it was nothing to pen this.
A-muze-ng!
Randy 😉
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Thanks – clever you 😉
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What fun, Rosemary. Your muse sounds like she was pretty cozy under that quilt.
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Sorry, Candy…somehow I mixed your name up with Rosemary’s.
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No problem at all. So easy to get mixed up. 😊
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Thanks 😊
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These are rooms every poet knows. I feel your frustration.
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Ha! That elusive Muse. (Yes, that is often the lurking place.)
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Ha! the curled up sleeping
muse iS what i love to
be too.. just waitiN’
’till morn’ briGht
rooMs.. wiTh
new muse
SinGinG
SonG
oF
never ending story
before.. n0w.. aGaiN..:)
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Oh, a singing muse! That’s super 😉
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And that’s the news..;)
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