I had a lot of fun reading this one - tweaked me to think about how I look at words and how I try to use them - in a different way. I will look out for the squawkers, for sure!! ;)

Fun zesty read George. I especially like the reference to Zeus (I do feel somewhat like a God when I write or at least a demi-God) and how you close off. Did you mean "Approaching" in the title.

This is a real grabber! I must confess to have used every one of these ploys one time or another while sifting through my mind for that elusive muse. But the thing that grabs me most within this stalking poem is the haunting thought our poetry might someday come to be our epitaph. Good stuff, George!

...george, i caught the rhythm early and yet, lovely as the lilt was, i grinned BIG TIME when i saw headstone, gawsh, that put a bow on the whole piece, you never disappoint.

Yep, A great read and a perfect end. I enjoyed and smiled.

for what were we put on this earth but to feel it out first, and what are those feeler outers but words, which come in all shapes and angles and sizes and purposes, much like a golfer is supplied with many sorts of clubs in his grab bag to pluck at any given time,. so is the word lover supplied with much in his lexicon and as there are times, times when golfers shoot holes in one, it appears to me George that is what you have done with this one, shot a hole in one with words, words given us, the lot of which we cannot cheat for they know the real score even when we do not. and can we dispatch words off our tee, lest one in our heads yells fore? who knows? perhaps a muse, whom I would wake to query, save she's a'dreaming and clearing forests with her buzz saw.

Your quest for just the right words is eloquently explored. Interestingly and well done...