Marc Latham had a thought in the shower, remembering how he’d lost other such ideas, and managed to remember the idea that he’d lost other such ideas. It inspired this poem:
When the Muse has no Consideration
start of shower
budding seeds
sprout into mind
soap and wash
whirling water, restless mind
rinse and dry
down the plughole
lost harvest
to sewer waste
mistYmuse 
One thought on “Poem Musing about the Muse”