July flew by
and here I sit without a poem.
No inspiration
No muse
No verse - not even a curse.
Is it the summer heat, I wonder?
Is it the never-ending list of chores?
Is it the depressing news of wars?
Or is it flat out no more talent
Has it…. seized….?
Should I feel released?
Should I move on to greater things?
Maybe see what August brings?
Oh muse… will she return on wings,
will she whisper first, then sing
and feed my starving need
to pen and share,
to create and declare,
to write not one word of waste,
to celebrate a good rhyme’s taste…?
Oh muse, will you return?
And feed me what I deeply yearn?
I have been wondering that very same thing myself.
~W~
Read this excellent peace and see for yourself
this brilliant narration, of your poetic thoughts.
Love & peace
William
REST is what may be needed! Horses/Writing stories/etc. must keep you awfully busy! my friend...
This poem hit the top 10, daily lack of writing in wonder of our own hearts, minds and souls!
Your muse was ONLY hiding, you see...
You found her secret place -
WRITE ON!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Passion Soulful SHEExooo
STay Positive!
Be always safe,
Karen
Edwin
Georg
hugs
Fee
It would be a shame and a waste of your wonderful talent to just give up. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
love and peace
Ron