Strangling on a lack of interest, The Muse is long past her prime, Her heart no longer wishes to beat In perfect meter and rhyme--
When she was good, she was very good, But the Muse is tired now, She hasn't written for many years... I think she's forgotten how--
Her heartbeat sl o w s and comes to a stop-- Words within are never said-- The poet's eyes close...she breathes her last-- For the Muse, inside, is dead.
(C) Copy written, 18 September, 2004, by Karla Dorman.
As long as there's life, there's breathe and that is the spirit of the Muse... perhaps she's just taking a deep one, or holding it or something!!?? Anyway, she must be playing peek-a-boo cos she's peering out of this playful poem sure enough - can't you see her?! And don't we ALL have so many days when we feel totally poemed-out and are sure we'll never write another thing - then: BINGO!! There she is again, fresh from the shower! My own version of this a while back was something like: "Today my Muse has gone away; she packed her bags and left. 'Overworked and underpaid', she said. So now I feel bereft!" Thank you for voicing so well that writing-hangover thing we all feel from time to time. LOL Kate xx
That would be a sad day indeed! When the written word, whether poetry or prose, is silenced. Good job, Karla. First poem I read today, and it has inspired me.
The life within the poet is that of his/her muse... and when one dies, the other dies entwined with him/her. **A tear for each silenced poem**
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Brillaint write. Your muse is within you, Karla. It can be dormant or inactive but can't be dead. Thanks for this wonderful poem. your brother and friend abdinoor
Oh my gosh...I hope my insides never dry up and the words stop flowing. Sometimes writing feels like the only thing that keeps me sane. This was a beautiful write Karla...(as always!!) Your friend in SUNNY FLORIDA (yay!!!) Michelle
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on September 18, 2004
Not so, Karla. If your muse is dead, I can
just imagine what you would write with her "alive."
This poem is lovely!!!
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on September 18, 2004
me thinks she is napping for she surly woke to write this one excellent.
Yes it seems your muse is far gone, Karla, never to return, but wait, if it is gone, how can you write what you just wrote? Therein lies the crux of the whole problem or lack thereof...Find Peace thru the Muse, Ed & Rufuz
you are on SUCH a roll of late, Karla. this is a fabulous write. i love the way you play with word forms (i.e. stretching out s-l-o-w-s). the standard rhyme and steady beat juxtaposed with the slow dying process you walk us through is excellent. i think we can all identify with something of what this experience is like, too.
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Say a little prayer...
Love and Hugz
Peter
Your Muse is Never Dead!
It is within your soul!
Becca
she is a phoenix..........
give her a chance......set the alarm clock to LOUD
she will respond!!!
lol
especially in your case.......you are like the rain......endlessly..........
TALENTED!!!
LOL......PAX a
just imagine what you would write with her "alive."
This poem is lovely!!!
HUGS prayers always
LP
This write proves what a fine poet you have become! Kudo's!
Sad write; so many people with creative genius aren't heard, and that is a darn shame! Well done, Karla!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(
May your pen never run dry! And may your muse never abandon you! :)