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when the Muse keeps quiet

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Here’s a re-run of a blogging commentary I published here on Sometimes a while back….

SOMETIMES

One of the things I love about blogging is the great bloggers…all kinds of people, all over the world, young and old (is that politically correct?) and all political and religious persuasions.   I like that.   How boring life would be if we never got out of our particular little niche.     I DO care about all my … uh…blogging acquaintances…and their opinions and points of view…even the ones that don’t think like I do.   That’s OK, feel free to say what ya want and I’ll deal with it.    My best friends usually don’t agree with me on everything…some don’t agree on anything…

Blogging is fun because there aren’t many rules, and when it isn’t fun there is always the unfollow button.

This post is supposed to be about My Muse.    She stays out of the way, mostly, and pops out with a brainstorm of an idea, or nags me to comment…

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Welcome back…Muse

Poetry, Sometimes, This and That, Writing and Blogging

suddenly the dam holding my attempts at poetry in abeyance has broken.  Praise be!   This was an especially long slump, and it probably won’t be my last, but I’m SO glad its over.   I have not even had my camera out except for ebay work—which means no autumn trees, no flowers, not even any cat pictures.

Here’s one I wrote a while back…just waiting for the light of day.

 

My Muse has left me
she’s taking a break,
a well-deserved furlough
for both of our sakes.

She works night and day,
inspires me and prompts
with clever ideas
and turns of phrases.

Without her I stumble
stammer, or mumble
incoherent turns
of uninspired chatter.

poignant and pointed
and perfectly phrased
trite and trivial
droll or drivel…

patronizing or haughty
sometimes a bit naughty
dramatic or dull
inappropriate or inane

flowery prose,  tortured phrases
along side ravings that make me seem crazed
or things that perhaps would be better unsaid—
I’m just so happy when my Muse is not Dead!

© Sometimes, 2016

 

Farewell the Muse

Poetry, This and That, Writing and Blogging

I’ll never write another word
–ever– I think, maybe a bit longer.

The Muse has left me, alone and mute
singing quietly inside…but it isn’t writing
not bringing forth words of rhyme
or golden thoughts or phrases that soar
with the uplifting quality that speaks of fulfillment
of the annunciation of the soul
(if that is even the right word.)

What does that mean?   My Muse does not respond.
Silence echoes across the lines, across the fields,
rich and full, and absence of sensation…or character.
There is no solution, no evolution…no rhythmic flow
of syllables, or stanzas, flights of fancy…
clever ways to express a notion
…or just to form  a simple phrase–
no silver tinged sunsets,
no tales from the depths of despair…
no soaring ecstasy of the bliss of a kiss.
Words which once were at the edges of my
repertoire –within easy reach of the empty voice–
now unknown to the barren and lonely page.

Then suddenly–as swiftly and silently as its sad departure–
My Muse is back!
Filled as ever with words and phrases–as  rapture
poignant, sad and delirious–silly and serious,
wisdom and whimsy, sense and nonsense–
and my writer’s fickle heart welcomes
the return of the Muse
to fuel the rebirth of my soul.

©Sometimes, 2016