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when words wouldn't come and neither did a muse

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I sat with pen, with page snow-white, to sculpt a verse, to birth some light— but all my thoughts just slipped away like shy young clouds who won’t stay. No poet’s muse knocked at my door, no thunder-voice, no metaphor. My words were socks without their pairs, just stumbling down unwritten stairs. My rhymes were cracked, my rhythm weak, I tried to write, but couldn’t speak— for every phrase that dared to bloom got lost and left the quiet room. I rummaged through my mind’s old shelf, but found no magic—just myself. No dazzling terms, no lofty art, just beating pulse and stubborn heart. So I wrote not with golden fire, nor borrowed lines from grander lyres, but stitched each verse from threadbare thought, and hoped it showed the care I brought. A lack of words is still a start— the ink runs best from honest heart. And though no muse stood near to guide, I found my poem—tucked inside.

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Date: 4/27/2025 1:33:00 PM
I enjoyed reading this creative write. A great last line. Oh Yes, "I found my poem—tucked inside." That is where they live. Have a wonderful spring day.........
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Date: 4/25/2025 8:50:00 PM
In all humility you speak of the absence of a muse to inspire you. But I see you writing with greater ease and beauty than many of us. Beautiful poem. "My words were socks without their pairs, just stumbling down unwritten stairs. " Love this comparison of words to socks without pairs!
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Date: 4/24/2025 1:23:00 PM
Seems like your poem DOES contain the things you say you can't use, such as metaphors! Loved reading this
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Date: 4/24/2025 10:18:00 AM
Every great poem begins with the inside stitched tightly waiting to be unstitched by the poet himself. You did great with this Jay
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Date: 4/23/2025 12:56:00 PM
- A poem written with "words were socks without their pairs, just stumbling down unwritten stairs" ... I really have to say I would love to have these socks ... great and creative, Jay :)
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Date: 4/23/2025 12:33:00 PM
Well-crafted, Jay. Enjoyed reading
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