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To Lose Your Muse

What do you do when you've lost your muse

               And discouraging things seed a rooted blues?


Where do you turn when your sweetest verse

               Gets a critical snub that just makes it worse?


See, each little poem, birthed within your soul

               Is a part of the matter that makes you whole


And when your best comes up with a blank

               It's hard to know which nasty fate to thank


I imagine to others, it seems a small thing

               But the love of a poem is what makes it sing


If the wilt of your rose actuates some pain

               Remember that growth needs a bit of rain


So, put down the pen and attend your heart

               Give your muse some air ... and a fresh new start.
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Medders Tobechi Avatar
August 23, 2018 at 4:44 PM
Sometimes it's a good fate. We're not depressed singing the old poet blues. Great write. Wonderful theme.
Barden Avatar
August 26, 2018 at 1:51 AM
Indeed! Well-put, Sian, and you are so right - thank you very much! Blessings, friend! :-) <3
Warrior Avatar
August 23, 2018 at 8:24 AM
I find this write quite a-muse-ing...its funny but when we lose it...its the first thing we write about...love & muse...^WW^
Barden Avatar
August 26, 2018 at 1:51 AM
LOL - well-said, ^WW^, and thank you so very much, my friend! :-)
Pigeon Tart Avatar
August 22, 2018 at 5:00 PM
You find a poetry site ten years later and your muse yawns and rubs her eyes and says "where have you been?" <3
Barden Avatar
August 26, 2018 at 1:49 AM
Ha! Excellent - I'm so happy that worked for you, Mo - for your muse is certainly a fine one! :-) <3
Cozart Avatar
August 22, 2018 at 11:09 AM
Very sound advice. My muse has been out of town a lot lately. So I'm not fighting it. Good write.
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August 26, 2018 at 1:48 AM
Thank you so much, Dale, mine has, too ... I used to fight it - struggle to break through - but I believe there's a REASON for it, so I just go with the flow, and go about other things until it returnes, otherwise it's just adding stress where I don't NEED to. Blessings, my friend! :-)
Hamilton Avatar
August 22, 2018 at 11:00 AM
Nice one Greg, I enjoy everything you write. The wilt of your rose actuates pain, so true, disappointments or losing a love although painful, eventually inspires writing that may console someone else going through the same thing!
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August 26, 2018 at 1:47 AM
Very kind of you, John, thank you so much ... and you are so right. Love is certainly a wonderful muse, but so is growth, wisdom and heartache, (and often the former requires the latter), in fact, I'm sure I've written more poems about sadness than the opposite ... we ALWAYS pay a price for love, but as poets, we turn it into something beautiful. That's a blessing and gift that comes from above. I believe we are conduits, nothing more, but terribly blessed to BE so. Best wishes, my friend! :-)
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