when pen faltered, slam-bam dry,
Muse was beseeched without reply.
mindless ramblings our current view,
silent, dark world from what we knew.
toiling to grasp a phrase, a rhyme,
impossibly slows the passing of time.
yesterdayâ ™s words of crisp, smooth flow,
todayâ ™s, are but rough clods we plow.
still, minds struggle, wondering, falter,
resorting, yielding, bent knee at Museâ ™s alter.
tedious, exact penance, we would gladly pay,
just to pen glowing yet again, another day.
treasured dreams, memories, fail to inspire,
the end appears in sight, a funeral pyre.
muttering, wondering, with demented soul,
trodding aimlessly, seeking relief of the toll.
a flicker, a scant whisper, a dim light,
just enough to end our journey into night.
fingers flying, attempting, barely to keep pace,
carols humming for the Museâ ™s blessed grace.
Beautiful wording. Excellent flow with a nice vocab. I really enjoyed it, though, I'll probably have to read it over again to better understand the meaning of it.
-MP
Definitely not mindless rumblings.
I think, in my life, I have read more poems about not being able to write more poems. Somehow I never get tired of them, including this one.
"Inspiration exists, but it has to find us working." Pablo Picasso
Sometimes you just have to give the Muse, a goose.
Well penned, a great read.
AHEM!!!
None of that now! Muses: HA! Know the old saying, that you chase so hard, you get caught?
Ignore that Muse! Let her do the chasing!
And what inspired this poem? Huh? Tweren't no 'funeral pyre'!
The Muse just loves it when we lay our pens down...it's not used to a good fight!
Traveling--100. Muse--0!
it is a poem that describes well, the way i often feel when i get writers block. i have never really read anything on this subject, and i quite enjoyed it. marks out of ten eight
Nicely put! I feel this one to the core!
Good stuff. I feel this one.
You beat Muse at her own game of hide n seek when you wrote this one. Nice T.S., nice!
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