Eileen Manassian Poet Dramatic Monologue

What Happened To You

you were larger than life
love maker
norm breaker
praise taker
soul shaker
what happened to you?

epic embodied were you
every word: a spell, a hue
made make believe come true
ancient lore, you made new
heart happenings you drew
what happened to you?

thoughts thundering line on line
a mix of ordinary slash divine
transforming tedious to sublime
redefining reason and rhyme
what happened to you?

did your creative flow go slow?
is there more to it than you show?
heart lost where quill cannot go
heaven birthed now caged below
what happened to you?

Break the silent soliliquy
share stream of thoughts with me
give the words written mastery
remember reigning history
Victory was your entity
what happened to you?

Write! let your soul grind
crush out that apathetic bind
leave your misdemeanor behind
mistakes aren't seen by the blind
love makes enemies kind
forget you're confined
find the poems hiding in your mind
what happened to you?

explore, soar, and then pour
that essence of your soul, more
better even than before
so much you have in store
poetry galore!
what happened to you?

Oh...WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?

your quill is now still
yet I'm here for refill
succumb to your skill
feed this ache, use the quill
let the genius spill
I need that thrill

what happened to you?

Listen, 
Don't let what happened to you
be this silence, this adieu!

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Richard Lamoureux October 22, 2017 at 10:27 AM This speaks to me. As of late my muse has been absent. Well expressed my dear. Hugs Rick.

Aqua Marine October 15, 2017 at 10:39 AM This is just what some need, to lose the fear or apathy that buries self expression, Eileen! I can think of a few poets who havn't come back...I miss them too...You are an amazing encouragement to those who need a push back in the right direction..Bless your openheartedness- its greatly needed here! (((HUGSxxx)))

Sara Ella October 11, 2017 at 9:03 AM Lovely poem Eileen <3 Eileen Manassian October 12, 2017 at 12:51 PM Thank you, Sara. Glad you enjoyed it, dear.

Justin Bordner October 11, 2017 at 12:13 AM Your sincere sentiments remind that we shouldn't rush natural beauty, to do so spoils the heart's symphony. My favorite form of strict meter is monorhyme and in these stanzas your feather touches the skin of the soul so very smoothly and smartly Poetess. This poem exemplifies good lovin leadership...J.A.B Eileen Manassian October 12, 2017 at 12:53 PM Thank you, Justin. I'm glad you've come to my page. You know how much I love your poetry...especially the ones centered on love. You write with such finesse. I'd love to read more of that sort of poetry...poems like the Book of Your Body. That can never get old. Hugs

Maria Williams October 10, 2017 at 3:09 AM A heartfelt message Eileen.And a plea for another poet to return. This is a wonderful write, hope he or she hears...Maria Eileen Manassian October 12, 2017 at 12:54 PM Thank you, Maria. It's good to let others know how much we appreciate and value their work. Hugs

Eve Roper October 9, 2017 at 8:45 PM wow, is this a person I know,,, so much goes on, we need to ignore, but some times so very hard to do. We need to purge the bad and go on with the good... Hugs Eve ~`* Eileen Manassian October 12, 2017 at 12:54 PM Yes, dear. We have our circle of poet friends that keep us grounded. Loved hearing from you, dear. Hugs

Carole Duet October 9, 2017 at 6:38 PM What a wonderful write! Writer's block...so frustrating. I've been there. In fact, I'm waiting for my muse to return from vacation now. Yes, this poem shows perfectly how an emotional disturbance can either help or hurt us by inspiring or "blocking" our creativity. Eileen Manassian October 12, 2017 at 12:55 PM Yes, sometimes the muse is to blame, Carole. Sometimes when the muse is replaced by another...the fire in poetry dies out. It's sad. Glad to have you visit, dear.

Paul Callus October 9, 2017 at 4:31 PM You have ably echoed what many of us think when poets who we admire suddenly seem to disappear into thin air! Some never show up again; others are on hiatus. We miss them and their poetry. Hugs // paul Eileen Manassian October 12, 2017 at 12:56 PM Yes, dear. I do get attached to poets whom I admire. We forget that everyone has his/her reasons for being away. Thanks for the visit. I am finding it increasingly difficult to find time for Soup. I try...Hugs

Silent One October 9, 2017 at 2:22 PM I hope he/she hears you.. Some great lines in this Eileen.. Eileen Manassian October 12, 2017 at 12:57 PM I got a poem out of it. That's the good part. Thanks for visiting, Silent One.

Tim Smith October 9, 2017 at 8:18 AM I love this Eileen...let your soul grind Eileen Manassian October 12, 2017 at 12:57 PM Yes...that's when all the fine poetry is unleashed into the world.

Jan Allison October 9, 2017 at 7:10 AM Perfectly penned Eileen:-) There are many poets I miss and even though they are not around and actively posting their poems remain for us to enjoy:-) hugs jan xx Eileen Manassian October 12, 2017 at 12:58 PM Yes, that's true, dear. We can always read and reread the poems we love. Hugs. I hope all is well, dear.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart October 8, 2017 at 11:10 PM Wow. Enthralling pen. Fantastic rhyme. Love it!! xomo :) Eileen Manassian October 12, 2017 at 12:59 PM Thanks, sweetie. Sending hugs! XO

Arthur Vaso October 8, 2017 at 10:39 PM ahhhhhh you missed me! LOL I loved this poem! Eileen Manassian October 12, 2017 at 1:00 PM Always good to have you around, dear. :) Hugs