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Vanishing Poets

Most poets are led by their Muse- rely on its aptness to rhyme, and image fine, word-painted scenes with ease and finesse all the time. For twenty-four-seven, Muse serves no matter the hour- day or night; there, firm by our sides, to convert weak themes and wrong words into right. But, time shows all Muses must rest- deserve a vacation from us. That emptiness hits hard at once and writing- no longer a plus. Their absence can last days or months, and even for years, as with me- when I let my poetry slide to do other things meant to be. Yet, one special day, Muse returns; clear minds with true hearts feel the sign to pick up that pen full of flow- and know they'll be writing just fine! And, therefore, I hope you now know where poets- sans Muses- all go. November 28, 2020 ~2nd Place~ Contest: Where Do We Poets Go Sponsor: Silent One Judged: 11/29/2020

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Date: 11/29/2020 11:48:00 AM
- Congratulations on your win in the: "Where do we poets go?" contest, Sandra :) - // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 11/29/2020 8:42:00 AM
Yes that is writers block for you and you described it so well.. Congratulations on your placement in the contest..
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Date: 11/28/2020 9:47:00 AM
Sandra, wonderful write, we have all lost our muse at one time, I have mine firmly secured with threads of love _Constance
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