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a poet who has lost his quills ~ no inspiration his muse instills while waiting for a spark to ignite ~ he is in the dark sans a light a poet in self-doubt creates chaos ~ do not give your muse a chase from faded glory, poet arise ~ open your eyes and aggrandize

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Date: 10/22/2023 1:27:00 PM
Ha! I totally get this one Lin! And will try take your kind words of advice, how on earth you can write without a muse is incredible, I honestly doubt there is such an entity, I perhaps think of a muse as a conduit to a source of inspiration, which indeed you are, cheers David
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Date: 10/22/2023 2:40:00 PM
Then you know this one was aimed at you. You don’t need a conduit. Just hot wire your mind to your pen. ;-)
Date: 10/22/2023 1:27:00 PM
A fine poem that somehow reminds me of writer's block (which I have right now). Thank you for this insight.
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Date: 10/22/2023 2:38:00 PM
Oh oh, Hilda. Take a walk and you’ll find lots of things to write about. Thanks for your thoughts.
Date: 10/22/2023 12:44:00 PM
Lin, love your monoku muse set.
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Date: 10/22/2023 1:09:00 PM
Thanks, Tania. Hope your weekend is a great one thus far.
Date: 10/22/2023 8:41:00 AM
a lovely Monoku with sound advice. I loved it. Self doubt is a muse's enemy, I believe. Well said. Faving it...enjoy your Sunday, Sara
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Date: 10/22/2023 9:04:00 AM
G'morning, Sara. I was inspired, not by a muse for I've never had one, but by David's Spectre poem. Sometimes, a poet feels he/she has no impetus for writing because nothing comes to mind, but it can be found everywhere. So, I suggest they stop trying to find something and a feast will be laid upon their table. Thanks for your thoughts and Sunday well swishes. I hope the same for you.

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