I call it marble mouth, too many thoughts, not enough words. It will come, your muse. Sometimes things need to percolate.
Yes. I'm thinking the same.Absent muse. Marble mouth.What the hell?
I like marble mouth a lot.
o absent muse, how she doth snooze...
Lately, when I can't find the muse in the tulips, she's often lurking in some favorite poetry book. With or without strappy sandals.
Joannie, your muse has been most present this NaPoMo. You astonish me!