FJ Thomas Poet Rhyme

The Holiday of My Muse

I thought we were friends; maybe something more 
She could quell a blaze or make the flames roar 
Between every trial I watched her strength grow 
Always at my side through each turbulent row

But then so many came so fast; storms so severe 
One after another, til there were no more tears 
No sorrow no hate no love; only echoes
I stood alone. Her voice lost in the throes

I searched inward and saw every bruise
With each break and rip I stood accused
So much blood, too much damage to truly know
Which was the cause; which gave the grueling blow

It was then that I saw; a fate she did not choose
She wasn't on holiday ...life had killed my muse

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John Hamilton February 8, 2023 at 9:14 PM Yeah Flo I'm in the same boat but feeling like something good is on the way. Life has a way of putting the muse on snooze. Enjoyed anyway! Cheers Sis JD FJ Thomas February 8, 2023 at 9:28 PM I would have to agree with you there my dear Brother! But I too am hoping on something better ;)

Bernadette Goemans January 16, 2023 at 2:52 AM This is a very powerful piece of literature. It hit me square in the gut when i read the last line. I suppose it resonates so well with me because it seems to express what's going on in me too. Hang in there. I'm two years into a dry patch and I'm just posting old stuff or writing purely from prompts but occasionally I get a little idea and the poem writes itself. I would be lying if i said that I know it gets better, but either way your poetry is a powerful and touching gift. You've got this FJ Thomas January 16, 2023 at 5:02 PM I truly appreciate the support Bernadette, this dry patch feels more like a drought at this point (insert sigh emoji here) lol. I am doing the same as you, just trying to keep this thing I call a brain active, prevent rusting you know. Thank you again Bernadette :)

Charles Messina January 10, 2023 at 3:19 AM Life can kill anyone's muse, I know personally. Happy to see life has reborn yours FJ. Great write! I don't know what contest Andrea was referring to...but I agree with her (lol). Happy 2023 Charlie FJ Thomas January 10, 2023 at 8:52 AM Hello Charlie, how are you this morning? Mine hasn't exactly returned, just revamped an old one that could have been done better lol. Thank you Charlie :)

Andrea Dietrich January 9, 2023 at 10:12 AM Oh my goodness. Did this not get a win? This is absolutely amazing. Big fave FJ Thomas January 9, 2023 at 10:40 AM Thanks Andie! I think maybe the host was looking for a less dark expression, I can understand that. Should have gone with one of my others! Lol

David Kavanagh January 9, 2023 at 9:57 AM Our muses can indeed die a slow death FJ, my own has flatlined on many occasions, then out of nowhere a little inspiration sparks, her pulse beats again if only briefly, I can totally relate, brilliant writing, cheers David FJ Thomas January 9, 2023 at 10:26 AM Thank you David, and hello :) I can see you understand. It has just been so long this time. I have only been writing from prompts for a few years. Thanks for the uplifting comment David.

Deb M January 9, 2023 at 6:25 AM Wow what a different approach to loss of a muse! Love it F.J….captivating until the end! Debx FJ Thomas January 9, 2023 at 9:00 AM Hey Deb, how are you Madam? Thank you very much!

Michelle Faulkner January 8, 2023 at 4:59 PM Very dark and intense, so much tragedy and sadness in a loss~ FJ Thomas January 8, 2023 at 5:57 PM A different approach to a muse poem for sure. Thanks for passing through Michelle.

James Marshall Goff January 8, 2023 at 3:23 PM Greetings FJ....very well written! jus' came out of a wee funk meself ... thanks for stopping by and commenting, Mystic Rose had posted a contest that piqued my interest, been ok since, best upon waking during night hours when peace ignites my muse...keep on writing Flo! FJ Thomas January 8, 2023 at 4:14 PM I remember those nights lol. And Vie has an excellent knack for doing that! I will definitely keep trying, thank you Jim

Robert Gorelick January 8, 2023 at 3:07 PM You and so many fine writers have faced a similar predicament. Louisa May Alcott author of Little Women was so upset from losing her muse that she laid in bed one month, F Scott Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemmingway, and the great song writer Richard Rodgers all had periods like these yet in time bounced back. I look forward to more. Robert FJ Thomas January 8, 2023 at 4:13 PM Thank you Robert, when it lingers it is taxing to say the least. I appreciate your visit :)

Sotto Poet January 8, 2023 at 8:44 AM Excellent work, Flo. the final line is terrifying, but I'm delighted to know your muse was responsible for such elegance: Thanks for your uplifting comment on my page. FJ Thomas January 8, 2023 at 10:01 AM Thank you very much Sotto. And it was very much my pleasure.

John Watt January 7, 2023 at 9:32 PM Flo, I love the drama in this, the stormy, brooding undertones... especially the line "I stood alone. Her voice lost in the throes". And what writer can't relate to life killing their muse? We imagine she's just away on holiday, but what if she's really never coming back? Great writing, my friend, and I enjoy seeing your honest, kind face in your new avatar. Warm wishes for a lovely rest of the weekend ~ John FJ Thomas January 7, 2023 at 10:54 PM Hello John :) A lovely surprise seeing your visit! I must admit, mine has been gone long enough to give me a scare; only writing from prompts, nothing really my own. And thank you for the avatar compliment. Every once in a while I take an updated picture and use it. Just making 50 so I figured "why not?!' ;)

Valsa George January 6, 2023 at 6:50 PM "She wasn't on holiday ...life had killed my muse". But I am sure she has resurrected and she is now with you. Such a lovely poem, heartfelt and poignant. Thank you FJ for your visit to my page and your lovely comment. FJ Thomas January 7, 2023 at 11:37 AM Thank you so much Valsa. I wish she had come back, but this is just a very old one that needed an overhaul :)

Joanna Daniel January 5, 2023 at 8:34 PM A superb poem, Flo, the ending is chilling, but glad to see your muse has inspired this beauty:) FJ Thomas January 6, 2023 at 7:51 AM Hi Jo how are you doing over there? Jo this was actually an old one I found and completely reworked. When I read it I was thinking, 'wow this is terrible' lol. I guess it's good to go back over the old writings sometimes ;)

Paula Goldsmith January 5, 2023 at 1:11 PM WOW!!! What an ending. CPR anyone??? Have a blessed day writing away............. FJ Thomas January 6, 2023 at 7:48 AM Lol thank you very kindly Paula!

Arlo Parker January 5, 2023 at 12:00 PM No muse needed to write this fine poetry, Miss Thomas. ;o] FJ Thomas January 5, 2023 at 12:06 PM Well Mr. Parker I will take that compliment with the big smile you have given me and say thank you! :D

Lin Lane January 5, 2023 at 11:45 AM oh goodness, Flo. I had goosebumps after reading your final line. Life takes its toll on many, but something far greater can be ours when Jehovah says, "Enough." It's great to see you posting. Lin Lane January 5, 2023 at 1:44 PM I think you've succeeded with these lines. FJ Thomas January 5, 2023 at 12:04 PM And I cannot wait!!! Thanks Lin, I haven't been able to write with the raw emotion I used to in so long, and it gets to me sometimes. But I never lose sight of the true goal ;)