Valsa George Poet Free verse

My Muse In Default

Far from the din of madding crowd,
Away from the bustle of city life
I withdrew into a solitary spot,
To turn my thoughts into dazzling verse.
Shelley and Shakespeare came in view,
Emily and Eliot fell in line,
Their verses ringing loud and clear,
Their energy fanning fire within

I dreamt of putting proper words,
To clothe my thoughts in striking lines,
Longed to pour my loaded heart,
In powerful verse to move the hearts
But as I started scrawling down,
All that I had stored in hoards – 
Ebbed out into mere froth and foam,
Leaving only broken thoughts

Will my Muse be here once again?
Or is it better to leave my thoughts unspoken?

However, I strained hard to give them life,
And labored in vain to make them rhyme,
‘The Blazing Sun’ and ‘Brilliant Stars’,
All faded out with no trace of glow.
I envisioned before me the Sacred Mount, 
To drink from the fountain gushing down,
Alas! Only hot lava spurted out,
And the wings of fancy burnt outright!

Sad, my Muse didn’t appear to enliven me,
Nor my fantasy lingered long,
I stared blank into the scroll in front,
Unable to scribble even a moving thought.
Like a soldier vanquished in war,
I put away my pen for the time being,
Hoping my Muse would come down soon,
To inspire and help me script immortal verse!


Jan.4.2023

My Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina McIntosh

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Paula Goldsmith January 8, 2023 at 8:39 AM Congratulation on your win. A creative write. Enjoy your win/day with blessings..........

Sotto Poet January 8, 2023 at 7:15 AM Back with congratulations on your well-deserved win, Valsa. Blessings dear friend

Regina Mcintosh January 8, 2023 at 2:09 AM Exceptional writing. Congratulations and God bless you. Love, Gina

Sotto Poet January 4, 2023 at 2:32 PM A lovely allegory for the creative process of writing poetry was wrought by your imagination. When you write, Valsa, it's always a pleasure to read. Totally pointless poetry. But only in your thoughts, when the words flash across my screen and overwhelm me in that meaning. Good luck with the contest. This is in my fave for its beauty and depth.

Joanna Daniel January 4, 2023 at 6:30 AM What a beautiful poem, Valsa!

Vijay Pandit January 4, 2023 at 6:25 AM Your muse spun a lovely tale of crafting poetry. Words flow effortlessly, as always, Valsa. Best to you.

Sara Kendrick January 4, 2023 at 5:30 AM Reads like a good contender for the contest to me. Way to go. I am in a fizzle right now. Something will give me a spark and ignite a fire, I hope. Thanks for sharing this one and for dropping by my page. Sara

Victor Buhagiar January 4, 2023 at 2:37 AM Doesn't look as if the muse left you. A fine poem for the contest. Valsa George January 4, 2023 at 4:04 AM Thank you so much dear Victor.

Harry Horsman January 4, 2023 at 12:53 AM Wow, What can one say about this gem, Valsa, Poetry without purpose. Yet only within your own mind, as the word splash out upon my page, leaving me adsorbed in the meaning of it all. you are a wondrous poet Valsa, poem of the day, would be my choice. Harry. Valsa George January 4, 2023 at 4:03 AM What a wonderful gift I have received today from a great stalwart of poetry. Dear harry, your comment has made my day. Even from a hospital bed you were kind enough to read my poem and drop these uplifting words of appreciation. I have no words to thank you, but just a prayer that you get well fast.