Jennifer Proxenos Poet Rhyme

Dear Poetry Soup Friends

I have a frightening mental block,
Poetic reserves lost, no stock,
My mood is down and damp,
My hand has constant cramp,
Imagination not worth a dime,
Brain all mushy, turned to slime,
Fantasy faded oh dear oh dear,
Inspiration none, it’s gone I fear,
Funny, horror, politics, history or love,
Blankly, see grey cloudy skies above,
My thoughts are less than dazzling,
Stop me, for I think I’m babbling,
My poetic sanity is somehow unraveling, 
But hey, just made up a rhyme,
Guess all I need is time!

My muse just texted me, she is on a plane back home!

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P.S. Awtry November 27, 2021 at 2:00 PM Oh I can do relate!!!

Bill Baker November 23, 2021 at 9:29 PM You did! you did! Fun rhyme poem to read from a poet that probably never has experienced anything like that, Jennifer. Write on! Glad your muse return, Bill

Phatt Matt November 19, 2021 at 8:23 AM On the contrary this quite a delightful treat of read. Great pen~phatt

Mike Bayles November 18, 2021 at 8:28 PM In time, you created a nice poem, Jennifer.

Lindsay Laurie November 18, 2021 at 7:32 PM Hello Jennifer ... this is the story that affects almost every writer and as the wheel turns, the light that is dim will suddenly shine bright again, and you've proved this - thanks again Jennifer - Lindsay

Jan Allison November 17, 2021 at 1:57 PM I'm so glad I chose to read this one as my muse has had covid with me and been so tired she has not raised her head until today, hugs jan xx

Jack Horne November 14, 2021 at 6:55 AM LOL, enjoyed this witty write, my friend

Paul Callus November 13, 2021 at 7:31 AM That's a delightfully cute rhyming poem, Jenny:) When mental block sets in an alternative is to "doodle" with words. That sets the ball rolling again. I rarely suffer from it, but instead I suffer from lack of time :) In fact I have had to sacrifice Soup to other priorities. ~ Warm regards and hugs, my friend // paul

Anil Deo November 12, 2021 at 9:04 AM Amazing rhyme, unforced and delightfully sensible. I can rhyme but do not make a story or sense, LOL! you proved one can make good poetry no matter quality of mental blocks, clocks, socks, JSE or Dow Jones stocks. shalom, shalom.

John Watt November 11, 2021 at 4:31 PM Jenn, you have many kindred spirits in this regard on PS, and this describes so well much of my 2021. Though your muse may be wandering, your clever wit and charming style are certainly not on vacation. You always dazzle with your talent and your big heart. Blessings and hugs ~ John

Anitha Jayasankar November 11, 2021 at 2:22 AM If without inspiration you could create such an awesome write with beautiful rhymes, I could imagine what beautiful gems you create with your ink when inspired...sometimes my muse too plays hide and seek with me...Thanks for the smile and now that your muse is back, hoping to read more beautiful verses from your inspiring ink dear Jenni...Hugs...~ Ani

Gordon Mcconnell November 10, 2021 at 3:09 PM Fine piece really penned well Jennifer, you speak for us all as we've all been there and we've all climbed up again. Blessings and hugs,Gordon

Heidi Sands November 10, 2021 at 5:15 AM Jennifer is is great and with your muse on the way back home, there will be more to enjoy! It is understandable how this happens and you wrote through it brilliantly. Take care, my friend. I hope you have a nice day :)

Priya Shaw November 9, 2021 at 11:17 PM Wonderful..loved it. God bless you. Priya

Brandy Nicole November 9, 2021 at 8:09 PM Exactly ! When the time is right, words will find you. (Yes, they always do) Smiling. I think your muse was on vacation, Jennifer. Mine seems to stay there. :) I'm so happy that your muse has come out to play. You have created a masterpiece. This is beautiful in every way. :) Hugs, Brandy

Andrea Dietrich November 9, 2021 at 3:35 PM well if that may be the case, at least THIS poem turned out FANTASTIC

Vijay Pandit November 9, 2021 at 1:58 PM Your muse is traversing in beautiful terrain of poetic inspiration. Superbly well written poem, Jennifer. Wonderful flow of creativity.

Gershon Wolf November 9, 2021 at 1:50 PM Hope your Muse is vaccinated and/or tests negative for Covid. lol. We'll be glad to see you back, Jennifer. :) gw

Alexis Y. November 9, 2021 at 6:11 AM Hi Jenny, I can totally relate. My muse has been vacationing too. I like the humourous touch in the last line. I appreciate your continued support, my friend from across the pond:-) Alexis

Valsa George November 8, 2021 at 8:22 PM Ha.... ha! Don't feel that this is your unique experience. Such a 'writer's block' is felt by most of the poets and writers. When you confess your mental inertia, you have given a sense of relief to many who pass through such a state. More than that, you have given your readers a chance to smile... Lol

Beryl Edmonds November 8, 2021 at 4:46 PM Pleased to hear your muse is near Jennifer. We all get a mental block at times, then suddenly we’re thinking in rhyme. Loved the read it’s well written and amusing… Hugs dear friend, Belle

David Kavanagh November 8, 2021 at 1:42 PM Nothing worse Jennifer than the dreaded writers block, it's that feeling of it's gone! No inspiration, No concentration, I'm so with you here, your poem sums it up quite brilliantly, which is an oxymoron to the subject, but you know what I mean, I hope so, well I do anyway Lol, this has cheered me up, cheers David

Darlene De Beaulieu November 8, 2021 at 12:22 PM Hello Jennifer, sometimes we run out of ideas. Writer's block happens to all of us. I look around for ideas all the time. My ghost writer wakes me up, she gives me a title, I write it down, from the title i create a poem. Hugs. Darlene

Christopher Flaherty November 8, 2021 at 11:29 AM Never in a million years Mev Form is temporary Class is permanent Your muse is coming home So i do and can expect The best so of your work to follow shortly thereafter

Kim Rodrigues November 8, 2021 at 8:31 AM Love: My thoughts are less than dazzling, Stop me, for I think I’m babbling, My poetic sanity is somehow unraveling/ I’ve been babbling for “daze” ;)

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