Snubbed by the muse

 Sauntering words take a jaunt around the proverbial block  

taking in the evening air,

not stopping at my door where I wait for them there.

I envy their easy going stride as they pass without a glance.

How is it words can be so cruel to walk right past?

Shyly I open the door hoping they will find me
 
But no, off they go

whispering sweet nothings.



Challenge Day 21:  write a poem in which something that normally unfolds in a set and well understood way  — like a baseball game or dance recital – goes haywire, but is described as if it is all very normal.

Another repost, this one from 2020

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