What to do when my muse has fled?
Why, I could sit here on my bed
And I could then begin to dread
That she has forever left my head.
My muse is a fickle thing,
She doesn’t call, she doesn’t ring.
On a whim she’ll come and bring
Me an idea of car or king.
But then she leaves and I’m bereft,
My hands- with keyboard deft,
Almost willing to commit literary theft,
For without my muse, what have I left?
But then again, there is no muse,
It’s all a sham, it’s all a ruse,
‘O Mind, you’re cruel!’ I accuse,
‘To give me an idea, you refuse!’
And so it goes once in a while,
And thus these poems, so infantile,
Are born of frustration and denial
With a brain, just now infertile!
Slightly Ignorant 
To stake your fears in measured verse
The dread of “What if this isn’t the worst?”
The frustrating absence of temporal decline
Happens to all of us from time to time
Relax your mind
Set your soul at ease
Breathe in your life
This respite, it frees
Take inspiration from anywhere–hot, warm, or cold
The thinly vieled wings of your angel unfold
To wrap invisibly ’round you, to divinely cast out
All dusty recesses and harbors of doubt
Enjoy this time and in peace you should slumber
Your subconscious will shake loose a memory, and thus unencumbered
Your muse will return bearing gifts of inspirational things
To be delivered to the rest of us upon goassamer wings.
Aw, shucks, J.W. I love when you do this :).
How could I resist!
Just when you think
Your muse up and went
Is about the time you’ll
soon get a hint
of some hidden thought
You forgot you knew
that teases your brain from
right out of the blue
Cause sligthly’s so young
And time’s on her side
Even if her muse get lost
and sometimes it hides
She’ll wake from sleep to find it again
And she’ll be a writer
like she’s always been.
Dr. B
Gosh, this is just turning into a poetry-post-athon! I love it :D. Thanks for having such faith in me, Dr. B.
♥ hope your muse is okay & comes back.. xxoo
omg! I don’t know which I love more, the post or the comments. ^^ Hee, spontaneous poetry. *dances*
“But then she leaves and Iām bereft,
My hands- with keyboard deft,
Almost willing to commit literary theft,”
Very tempting, isn’t it? š
I love your poem Ilana! I am very impressed and I love you!