Victor Buhagiar Poet Free verse

Interrupted Muse

A cacophony of sound surrounds me,
As dissonant music blares into my mind.
I sit in front of my computer
to type away my latest poem.

"Are these your dirty shoes, dear?
We have a rack for them, you know."

"Why is our towel soiled, dear?
Were you fiddling with your car?"

Whining and carping, objecting and wailing.

Oh, for a precious moment of silence,
That I might be alone 
That I may be allowed to concentrate
On my tenuous inspiration
Before it dissipates 
Into its normal useless insubstantiality!
Gone is my poem, like a frightened bird.

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Alison A Smith June 7, 2026 at 6:11 AM Had that all day today. No poems just distorted half finished thoughts. Maybe tomorrow your time will be yours. Victor Buhagiar June 7, 2026 at 7:19 AM You would be surprised. Write anything that comes to mind. Thenyou could come up with some coherentidea. Don't give up.

Supraja Kannan May 15, 2026 at 5:40 AM Ha ha.... True that ....Beautifully written...

sara Etgen-Baker May 11, 2026 at 4:51 PM I hate when my 'inspiration' flitters away . well said, Victor.

Beryl Edmonds May 10, 2026 at 9:40 PM It happens to us all, when the muse comes in the words must be written down fast, before they’re gone in a flash… Beryl

Andrea Dietrich May 10, 2026 at 2:42 PM I know the feeling. It's just no good trying to write decent poems in certain times and places

Evelyn Judy Buehler May 10, 2026 at 2:01 PM I have experienced it myself-the mysteriously vanishing muse! Distractions do have an uncanny knack for frightening it away. I enjoyed your well crafted poem, with its traces of humor, that is so relatable. :)

Ink Empress May 10, 2026 at 8:16 AM Awwn its amazing whatever you write whether you lose your muse or not dear victor. I lose my muse usually when i feel numb, and when I feel nothing, as I like to feel what I write, I felt like I saw this scene through your descriptive lines! Brilliant imagery like always. Pleasure reading. Sending you light, always

Karen Croft May 10, 2026 at 7:06 AM Sounds familiar, when sitting at my kitchen table getting lost looking at nature through my French doors

Valsa George May 10, 2026 at 5:51 AM I experience it on a daily basis. But your muse hasn't gone.. like a bird it has happily alighted on a tree and is singing in lovely tweets. Well done, dear Victor.

Sara Kendrick May 10, 2026 at 5:06 AM So, the muse disappeared with the sound/s of whining, carping and objecting and wailing. Any distraction can cause the loss for me and getting the time to get out there in nature usually lessens the possibly of a poem appearing, but sometimes in the kitchen I can come up with something. Sara K soupmail soon

Heidi Sands May 10, 2026 at 4:31 AM I think this can happen to all. It is frustrating. Well done :)

Bj Legros Kelley May 10, 2026 at 3:57 AM I know all too well how that is Victor. I was working on a poem today and had so many interruptions, I deleted everything I had written, it was simply no use. I did however manage to write a different one later! Oh well, on the bright side; the situation made for a very relatable poem that you have now penned, so all is not lost :)