Signing Out
There once was a time
when I used
to spend hours simply
writing me ..
With such subtle strokes
and those
elaborate lines, not to
mention a few
well-placed curves
here and there and the
occasional flurry ..
Which no doubt, made her
fall so very much, if not
madly in love with me ..
It was though
the dotting of I’s and the
lavish crossing
of so many T’s that finally
broke the poet in me ..
So much so in fact, I now
hardly even recognise myself ..
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Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I fear my muse has forsaken me ................ under such circumstances, I want to wish all my friends here & those that frequent or merely visit MPS from time to time a splendid Christmas & a very happy n healthy New Year ... (& particularly for those of you who are presently unwell, unhappy or in some way suffering) my embu this evening is entirely for you ......................................................................................... Neville :)
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A good writing , Neville .. I like how you have expressed yourself .
sometimes we feel like we have lost a talent or come to the end of something … but maybe we just lose the inspiration to write . It may still be there within us , we just have to somehow find it again . Sadness happens and we feel like something changes in us
Thanks for your kind words in your comments
And happy Christmas to you too ))
what an absolutely lovely and insightful review note you have left for me yellowrose .. many thanks my literary friend .................. may peace & all good things smile down on your & your loved ones 🙂
It's my fault! I was singing on this site. It killed off the muse. How can anyone be inspired if I'm singing?! lol.
We recognise ya. More poems soon, plz. 🙂
Blimey Mr. O .. I almost missed ya ..................................... we shall have to wait n see, da muse is on her holideee ................ in the meantime though, have a super Christmas & a bloomin happy n safe new year .......................................................... Neville 🙂
I had a visit from my muse last evening which was so refreshing. She's been away for far too long. Will she stay? I know not.
Your's on the other hand is playing games with us. Clearly from your excellent post today she is present and correct..... with her usual tease.
I agree , dusk … I think Neville’s muse is present .
Yet every word he writes he means ... well almost always, mostly ... maybe .. perhaps 🙂 .. Seasons best my very dear friend .. fingers well n truly crossed for a MUCH better next year ... Neville
How could a muse forsake thee who weaves words so endearingly wrapped for the pleasure of readers - - be not broken by dottings and crossing of T's dearling friend for she who fell madly in love with your kind of wordlings will badly miss inspiring romantic lines of intrigue that only you write - - after a wee while of rest methinks her allure will infuse your scribing again for believe me she will allow no signing out permanently for a poet with such rich artistic talent...............x
As always, you are far too bloomin kind our Fay ... but always appreciated & far more than I can say .. work is picking up .. but then I guess, its that time of year .. maybe I just need a breather, or a holiday ... whatever the case, I need some time to refill my old pen .......... Take care .. Peace, love & Respect ..................................................................................... Neville 🙂 x
It’s all there! It’s holiday season during Christmas. Have a safe and Merry Christmas.
Many thanks indeed & in every respect, back at 'cha Rozina .. Oh' and a FAB 2022 .. .............. Neville 🙂
It’s hard to say that your muse is gone
Who can stay to hide the shine from sun
So who can stop praising the words you weave
A man with less words but so much emotions
Where each word is engulfed with waves of emotions and feels
But yes often I wonder if the muse is gone, what shall happen to me
For so long it wasn’t there
Now if it goes I can’t seem to find purpose then
Your poetry never lacks the gleam
The sheen you carry with your pen
The mightier it is
Your poetry always a treasure dear Neville
first of all, I must say that as grateful as I am for your splendid review .. in my very own opinion, your review is far more poetic and betterer than the words it is aimed at .. but a direct hit & muchly appreciated it is too & truly ................ thanking you BIG with a correspondingly BIG smile spilleronsheet ... Have a splendid Xmas & a happy, safe and successful new year ............ N x
And these wishes to count as treasure
Maybe the year which took a lot from me
Maybe the next year I shall sail if wish such precious wishes I hold
Thanks a lot dear Neville
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Do not fret my friend, the muse wanders but never goes too far. It does like to return at the most inconvenient of times though. Excellent write🙂
thank you kindly and truly tooly dear Coyote .. many thanks & seasonal best wishes to you and your pack ........................................... N 🙂
Fine words Neville, your Muse is only having a nap and will awake very soon.
Andy
refreshingly reassuring my most golden & optimistic of friends .............. take care sir & have a brill Christmas & a happy, healthy, safe & productive 2022 .............. N 🙂
Poesy, our beloved
'what's in a muse
but for a flicker, lullaby
from wings, of a butterfly'
sincerity's inked words
have a tendency to fly...
(simply Brilliant, dear Poet
I think I break-up with my muse
every afternoon, and wake-up
at 3am, under that judgemental
moonlight gaze
to make-up, scribbling
like it's my very fist time...)
if you ever write a book .. on whatever subject, I shall buy a couple of copies honest .. cheers dear friend n poet ................... Oh' n seasonal bests of everything you are most desirous of ... including the obvious of course and a splendid 2022 .................................................. Neville
A carving out of the self. This leaves a mark on any reader/writer. When one has come into their own and became their own writing perhaps? Very deep, very profound sir.
I am so glad you see it that way Garth .. Many thanks my friend ... Stay safe & stay well sir ......... N
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