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
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
our time is drawing nigh
or perhaps it has already been
waiting for a ship that has sailed
please someone tell me when
or why time passed us by
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.