A Musette
Ooh, where have you gone
lovely muse?
Here, where I sit withdrawn
you’ve become of no use.
Words once would flow
like the rays of the Sun
now, the ideas I create
are more like a blind date
unexciting and slow
like ”Davy Crockett” reruns.
Used to be, my Psyche
you would unlock it
with your key.
Now, there's just me
and my “delete” key.
Words become mere symbols
ink marks upon a page.
They used to ring like Zildjians
when John Bonham was on stage.
You know I won’t forget you
and what you’ve done for me.
Did I somehow upset you?
Do you disapprove, Mon Ami?
Please return to me.
My mind’s adrift and at sea
sinking fast into the great abyss
longing for your kiss
and your ingenuity.
Without you I am but a scrivener
an old time copier
enclosed like a prisoner
or an old time cottier.
Set me free! Let me fly!
Give me wings and an open sky.
Inspire me! Let me vivify.
Send me a dream, not a nightmare
a thought or a theme
I’ll make it a love affair.
Oh, ghost of my writes
that visits in the night
send me the light
that others see.
Inspire me to not be lonely.
Touch my hand
with your invisible light.
Let me hear a jazz band
as I write
playing Brubeck’s “Take Five.”
Let me think I’m twenty-five
but you know that I’m not.
Is that why you’ve forsaken me?
Am I an afterthought
that gets your help mistakenly?
You know that’s age discrimination.
But then, you’re just part of my imagination.
So, let me try to imagine
life without my lovely muse.
I cannot. It’s no use.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: What you do when you can't write - you write about not being able to write.
- Category: Reflection
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And yeah , exactly you write about not being able to write
Well , I love your writing a very engaging and well written poem with many great lines
A lighthearted good poem .. many lovely words in this 🙂
I especially like these words
Words once would flow
like the rays of the Sun
now, the ideas I create
are more like a blind date
Please return to me.
My mind’s adrift and at sea
sinking fast into the great abyss
longing for your kiss
Set me free! Let me fly!
Give me wings and an open sky.
Touch my hand
with your invisible light.
Let me hear a jazz band
as I write
Thank you, VB for your kind and generous words and the Fav. Just musing about the muse.
LOL well rhyming about a lost muse indeed. What a wonderful read, hey it's half price summer sales even a muse has to look good dear Phil, she'll be back with some massive inspiration as if you need it! 🤗 💖 Heartwarming and entertaining.
Thank you T15, for your words of appreciation. I was sort of chuckling as I wrote this. Hope she has a sense of humor.
I could hear you chuckling ! LoL
This resonates with me. My muse passed away & it's a struggle to find the inspiration or the words now. But they're in there somewhere, just waiting for their moment!
Sorry to hear that LM, but it's like having a baby, you have to push. I usually make a random list of words and try to interconnect them into something.
I can't write like that. It either flows or it doesn't. It's never something I can work at. It's something that just comes from within. But I need an inspiration. My Mother was my last inspiration and she's gone now too. Something will grip me though, when I'm not looking for it. 😉
not so much a reflection sir but more of an illumination Phil .. say's I who am proud to say actually did see the late great Bonzo Bonham slap his cymbal's .. even more recently saw his sister & her band ..
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