A dark room door, closed and bolted
Cobwebs and dust I've tasted before
Remnants of verse that I've toted
Poems pour through cracks in the floor
Chest of folded rhyme all needing wash
Used and soiled unable to be worn
Wrinkled, stained all the weight of age did squash
Verses left ragged and torn
Beating heart of meter calmed
Poems last unction the cost
Words in shrouds verse embalmed
Dark requiem for a muse lost
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I am not convinced, your muse is with you for eternity 🤣 my dear sorrenbarret what a wonderful powerful and very humble write. 🌹
Thank you Teddy mine is always about but hides from time to time and sometimes I find her in the strangest places under dirty cloths, in the trash and most often hidden in the trees and forest. Thanks for the visit and most kind words of support they are always a ray of sunshine
I find mine when I'm angry lol 💜
I've found mine there as well as under sadness, and even joy from time to time but that makes me jealous of Joy
Can you believe I'm angry every day? I'm married to an Italian 🤣 🤣🌹
So am I
Good write SB. Same old stuff, you mean?! lol.
Yes Orchi Ecclesiastes says "There is nothing new under the sun" but then Shakespeare said that the devil too can quote scripture if it serves his purpose. Thanks for the read my friend
A powerful but reflective write, a pleasure to read. wish i could write like this, loved it
Thank you Tobbani for your kindness. We all write in our own way and yours are greater in their own way a redwood can not be an oak
You are very welcome
The muse does tend to come and go at will! Still trying to figure out how to entice them to stay. Thanks for this splendid read 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
Thank you so much for the read my friend and for the understanding they are so appreciated
Most welcome Soren 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
Ah the muse. Sometimes there, but then sometimes on vacation. But where would we be without the inspiration...and I do believe that the breaks often spark seasons of even greater productivity. Well expressed, my friend! Here's to the craft! 🌹👏
Thank you Tristan for the read and comment it means a lot and serves as inspiring support
You're welcome my friend! I truly enjoy your work.
You are most kind
Powerful work. It looks like youe muse is back.
Thanks Thomas never lost just misplaced
I absolutely love this, I feel I've got rooms that look like this--writing on the walls and broken mirrors.
Thank you so much for the review and kind words of support they are invaluable.
Powerful penning 💪
kind of poignant 😢
I must say!
A muse lost can
make blue skies
turn gray. 🗿
Awesome penning
great rhyme and flow,
I don't think 🤔 your muse
will ever go!!
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Gets misplaced from time to time and find her in the darndest places. Thanks for the read and comment my friend
Fine words soren, we all have those lost poems but in time they will come back when our Muse finds them within us.
Andy
Thanks Gold for the reassurance and most kind words of support they are always appreciated
A great piece, Soren. Some cracking lines. The image of poems pouring through cracks in the floor. Just fantastic.
Thanks Tom I appreciate so much for your kind comments they are deeply appreciated
i think the muse is very much alive in you - keep it strong and safe
happy musing, and composing
Thank you very much for the read and comment it is always appreciated.
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