White Wolf Poet Couplet

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Antimony - this symbol represents the animal nature or wild spirit of man and nature, and often used to symbolize the wolf.

My Beloved Quill

The planets they have aligned,
but in my poem, you will not find.

Scented candles burn on my table,
and still, I am not able.

My quill is full, with blue ink,
my mind is free now to think.

Why has my muse abandoned me?
Cannot she see I wait ready?

As silhouettes dance in the light,
still uninspired to simply write.

Once my pen skipped freely,
in the meadows of poetry.

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Andrea Dietrich September 14, 2017 at 8:36 PM Oh, how did I miss this gem from earlier? I just love the last couplet. The imagery is fantastic there as well as with the rest of the imagery in your little poem! Is it for silhouettes contest? White Wolf September 14, 2017 at 9:02 PM No, I'm not doing any contests these days. Thank you, Andrea /|\

Kim Rodrigues August 23, 2017 at 7:12 AM I can see the image and feel the frustration as you wait for inspiration. Love the silhouettes dancing in the light! Congrats, WW!

Freddie Robinson Jr. August 22, 2017 at 12:38 PM Well said by Chuck. This poem bemoans the absence of your precious muse, WW. Hope it returns w/exponentially more creative ink in that talented pen of yours. Melancholy yet yearning passion write. May your pen write star bright poetry again soon. Love and peace, my friend.

Chuck Melugin August 22, 2017 at 10:11 AM Dear Wolf. We all spend time in the prison of poetry....In cell 13 on Writer's Block! No food for thought there! You wrote it to the moon! Chuck

Barry Stebbings August 21, 2017 at 6:43 AM Exactly how I feel at the moment, WW. I hope you find your muse soon. // Barry

Scott Thirtyseven August 20, 2017 at 8:34 AM Oh that last stanza is simple excellent. A brilliant way to end such an excellent write.

Roy Pett August 19, 2017 at 10:00 AM Brilliant couplet WW, any short loss of your muse would be a massive loss to us that are inspired by your poetry. Great write. :))

Lenna Walker August 19, 2017 at 9:53 AM I get sad when this happens to me, and it DOES. I just hope it doesn't last long ...... for any writer :) Well put WW, even with an 'absent' muse :)

Joanna Daniel August 17, 2017 at 7:25 AM You still have produced a beauty here, WW:) I'm awed:)

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart August 16, 2017 at 1:22 PM I understand and share your sentiment. Nothin' to say but "I hear ya" :) xomo

Patricia Cresswell August 16, 2017 at 11:15 AM Smiling prodigiously. The experience of being abandoned by the muse is so irking especially when you have everything prepared and are in the mood. That is when she drops you off the cliff. I have fallen in love with the last stanza, so whisful. I know this experience well. Thank you for putting into words. My explanation is a little raunchy and not for delicate eyes,

Tim Smith August 16, 2017 at 6:03 AM She's there....let her rest until the time is right...until then learn some new songs White Wolf August 16, 2017 at 6:50 AM I'll be jamming again Sunday night, thanks Tim Tam Man /|\

Darren White August 16, 2017 at 12:52 AM Come back to the meadow of poetry my friend, it will return, it sometimes happens to all of us! White Wolf August 16, 2017 at 6:47 AM Yes, it does I suppose /|\

Susan Ashley August 15, 2017 at 10:28 PM Ohh, the poet's pain is not in vain for you shall rise to write again! White Wolf, a tender and poignant write. I thoroughly enjoyed your muse.., or lack thereof... :) White Wolf August 16, 2017 at 6:47 AM Haha, thanks a lot, Susan /|\