It can happen to you,
It can happen to us.
The artist can stand before the canvas
But the strokes do not come.
The composer can sit before the manuscript
But the notes just will not form.
The poet can have a blank sheet on the desk
But the words cannot be written.
This lack will not last,
The muse will return.
All you need to remember
Is that the Artist,
Or the Composer,
Or the Poet,
That is within you,
That is within us,
Will never die.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 9th, 2017 01:32
- Comment from author about the poem: The muse is always within us. The image is of Kalliope, Kalliope was named Muse of epic poetry. In this guise she was portrayed holding a tablet and stylus or a scroll.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 68
- Users favorite of this poem: WL Schuett, poetboy123
Comments11
So forever may it be - so true and a good read Andy.
Thank you Michael.
A fine write G/F. Well, I don't write anything some days. Other days I may write 1,2, or 3 poems. So when I post my poems here, it does not necessarily mean I have written them the same day. Oohh was Kalliope around before 1066?
Yes Kalliope was around before 1066. Thank you Orchi.
The sleeper must awaken the dreamer must dream the cow must give the most delicious cream we all have a purpose it's good you found yours .
M
Thank you MD, much appreciated.
Words to be an artist by I relate , cool poem
Thank you WL, much appreciated.
The muse can be elusive, and the artist can be unfocused, but always the two can meet again in the void. I really appreciate the way you relate this, Goldie!
That void is always there to be filled. Thank you Louis.
All the greatest works of art are not on a schedule, they come forth when the time is write, I mean right. ; )
Very true, they come when they are due.
Thanks ANDY for a elegant POEM ~ Beautiful in FORM & FUNCTION ! one's MUSE can be fickle but this Morning I had no problem and the 14 lines in Some Enchanted Evening just oozed from my quill. Mainly due to the fact that my True Love Angela was lying sensuously sated at my side " Love is indeed a Many Splendored Thing" Yours BRIAN
Oohh that enchanted evening thingy. I'm recovering from a swoon! It would be the same if it was an enchanted morning, afternoon, or night! heehee.
Thank you Brian.
A feeling we are all too familiar with and you've done a spectacular job of expressing it here Gold!
Thank you PB, you are most kind.
Eternal is the harmony,
If only the hand can grasp it.
Well done.
thank you Nicholas, much appreciated.
The muse for me is on vacation now. Hope she will return soon.
Nice compose.
Thanks M and M, I am sure the muse will return.
Nice one Goldfinch. I find that i have a serious, a sentimental and a stupid muse. Hopefully theres one or the other lurking around my fingertips when i fire up my laptop but not always.
Very true DA, the muse can come to us in different guises. Thank you.
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