Musings

sorenbarrett

The Muse's quill rests still on inspiration's kill, no glimmer in the dark
No spark to mark revelations of which to hark, mind's gears frozen in park
Dried ink's well lost its spell, no tales to tell, lost is imagination
Tongue tied, Calliope lied Erato at her side barred from communication

Blind, no diamonds to find, in dark mines of my mind I dig for information
Dry rock I chip but drip by drip I fill just muddied buckets of consternation
Try as I might no bright crystal in sight, thoughts go blank losing determination
I'll close this mine and put up a sign, "Here does recline my muse of divination"

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 6th, 2025 02:56
  • Comment from author about the poem: Calliope is known as the Muse of epic poetry and rightfully distinguished as the “Chief of all Muses” Erato: the Muse of lyric poetry, erotic poetry, mimicry, and love poetry. Her name means “lovely,”
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  • Views: 91
  • Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Licence, Teddy.15, Cheeky Missy, GenXer Shamrocker ☘️, Simurgh
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  • arqios

    There are times when a change of scene, a different point of view or an altering of pace allows more wiggle room in writing. A well deserved break also does wonders. We each find our own groove. 🙏🏻🕊

    • sorenbarrett

      True it is Cryptic mood seems to be a key and complacency is an enemy. Thanks so much for the read and comment it is always appreciated

      • arqios

        Most welcome Soren 🙏🏻🕊

      • orchidee

        If no inspiration you could write poems sub-titled 'A Load of Rubbish' as I do - maybe in an occasional series. lol. I've done mad musings today.

        • sorenbarrett

          That's my usual fare Orchi and what does one do when they have recycled all their trash. I guess one could steal their neighbors trash. Thanks for the idea. Appreciated the review

        • Poetic Licence

          I have no doubt light will appear in the writings, shining brighter than ever out of the darkness, Lovely write

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you so much for the read and most kind words of encouragement. Yes the sun always raises on a new day

            • Poetic Licence

              You are very welcome

            • David Wakeling

              This is powerful. I like the Greek references, Excellent

              • sorenbarrett

                Thank you so much David for your read and kind word of support it is greatly appreciated

              • Teddy.15

                And some beautiful musing you do own. A lesson to all, kudos 🌹💐🌹

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thank you for your continued support and always kind words they are most appreciated Teddy

                • Cassie58

                  Your muse has been able to inspire you with many a fine poem. However sometimes the words do dry out. It happens to most writers, you aren’t alone there. What I can say is, the muse will return when she is ready. Have a good rest of day. I enjoyed this poem very much. It is relatable.

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thank you Cassie for your review and kind words of support they mean a great deal

                    • Cassie58

                      You are welcome 🙂

                    • Thomas W Case

                      Tremendous and informative. I love it.

                      • sorenbarrett

                        Thank you Thomas your review is appreciated

                      • Tony36

                        Excellent write

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Thank you so much Tony

                          • Tony36

                            You're welcome

                          • GenXer Shamrocker ☘️

                            Let the light continue to shine; very touching write.

                            • sorenbarrett

                              Lights flicker in a storm. But they stay on. Thanks so much for the read and comment

                            • Simurgh

                              Musings---- beautiful, seraphic and what not!
                              Great in style and beautiful composition of words. Your poems are always great!
                              I loved this poem very much.

                              • sorenbarrett

                                Thank you very much for the read and kind words they are most appreciated

                                • Simurgh

                                  You are most welcome 🤗

                                • Goldfinch60

                                  I have a picture of Calliope in the room where I write my words so she is always with me as I am sure she will be with you soren and she will fill you inkwell.

                                  Andy

                                  • sorenbarrett

                                    Thank you so much Andy for the reassuring support and kind words they are most appreciated

                                  • Michael Edwards

                                    Such great use of the laguage - a masterful write.

                                    • sorenbarrett

                                      Thanks so much Michael for your most generous words of support they are appreciated

                                    • Emile Dubois

                                      The muse cannot be beckoned upon command. It is only through awareness, we attune to the split in reality where the divine resides. Divine😎

                                      • sorenbarrett

                                        So true. Thank you for your review and supportive words they are most appreciated. I understand that like any good neighbor that the muse can not visit until invited and is us that keep them from our door.

                                        • Emile Dubois

                                          Yes..it reminds me of the soul which only enters the world when the ego steps aside and the integration of mind, body and spirit happens.



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