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I cannot write Just stare in vain As my lack of verve Mars the page My thinking stops Dullness overtaking Bothered and aware This mirror needs breaking Cruel clarity Did descend on me Highlights all I'll never be All in all I had a good run Heads were scratched When contests I won But contests became More politics game Judging disabled To favour of enabler That isn't the rhyme Or the reason here I'm just all out of words You're all out of hear Nothing an audience can fix When self declaration As a poet I'm nixed Didn't look into Use of that phrase Was always a chancer Now I'm just laze Zee Maybe it's heat That delineates me I'm just outline of poet With no innards to see I miss, I miss I miss my muse All my ideas Didn't think I'd lose Too obvious I cry To even write of this It proves the point That my muse I miss To gaze at art See just shapes Where once I'd sail In great escape I have a plan To read a book But I'm still forlorn When I look up But all that time I used to fill With writing thoughts I now have to kill (your mind may wander... but I'll probably do embroidery) Let's let this line Be the end in sight For all I've proved Is I can no longer write

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Date: 8/8/2024 12:05:00 PM
Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading about your "I Miss" write. Words like to take a day or two off. Guess words like to play with writers. Hahaha!!! You are a wonderful writer. Have a fun day writing away.....................
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Date: 8/9/2024 3:27:00 PM
Thank you Paula, I appreciate all your support - hopefully I'll bounce back x
Date: 8/8/2024 6:17:00 AM
Dear dd, i think many go through that, i know that feeling when one misses their muse, and wonder where did it go. And it made me smile as i read “ Now I'm just laze Zee” i think i am lazy alot of times especially when it comes to trying to rhyme. I loved this for the cadence and how youv expressed. And yes you can write, and you’ve written very well here. A sincere poem that would resonate with many. Including me even one day of not writing makes me feel this way. Congratulations on your win
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Di11y Da11y
Date: 8/8/2024 6:22:00 AM
Thank you so much Ink - I usually have something to say - but not so much at the moment. Thank you for your kind words x
Date: 8/2/2024 9:42:00 PM
I guess this is a contest. Your poems are fascinating. Good luck with the contest.
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Di11y Da11y
Date: 8/3/2024 5:34:00 AM
Many thanks Hilda x
Date: 7/31/2024 10:46:00 PM
Just write !Saw an interesting program about the inner mirror being the reflection seen outwardly.This inner mirror influenced by dialogue ,ours or others,habits,new or ingrained that work at cross purpose to our desire.The thoughts you have today if they are yesterdays thoughts will influence the actions that then make up your reality. Get out in nature do something differant .Take a differant route about. Habituation is a joy stealer.Joy ,my dear is the juice you seek young grasshopper.Write !
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Di11y Da11y
Date: 7/31/2024 11:30:00 PM
Well this cheered me right up oh wise one! :) I shall take this sage advice and see how I get on - nice to see you back and thank you for the great comment :)
Date: 7/31/2024 12:35:00 PM
I’ve written a couple of these in my time Dilly, even burnt my muse at the stake, for non cooperation lol! I totally get your frustration (but embroidery) is definitely not you, a few crossword puzzles might help get you focused, like I’d know I simply wait it out, still this one is quite creative, cheers David
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Date: 7/31/2024 2:46:00 PM
Yeah I'll probably find something if I don't chase it too much.

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