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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Museless There was a day, once, long ago That, held in manner of a king, A prestigious and gaudy show Was given all who heard me sing. When the whole world would meet my eye, And whisper soft – my sacred muse… To delve the sea or paint the sky With beauty I could not refuse. But a muse is a fickle thing, Turn your back once, and watch her flee. And though by dark I long to sing, My muse has naught to offer me. So here stand I, the forest bland, While not a bird chirps for my soul; And bear this silence, as a brand, On lips that once ambition stole. With gift in hand, a lover’s pen… What use? The page glares at me stark. A fast faded “remember when” Stirs brief passion, but leaves no mark. No thought, per chance. No grief, nor toil Taken to heart dons word to page. No vapid joy will time recoil To vindicate this silent stage. As doubt creeps in, and with despair Progress the chains from mind to will, In giving in, I must declare By emptied flask and tethered quill – By vacant sky, bedeviled sea, By all around me growing black – This world has nothing left for me, My muse is never coming back! Michael Anderson Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head... Coolridge |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I really like this, Michael. You have a gift for the olde style (called it that because can't think right now) penmanship, that I like, but never was able to carry it off as well as do you. Don't believe I've ever read a better poem concerning a wayward Muse. ~ Money can't buy happiness, but broke can't buy anything. ~ |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
But a muse is a fickle thing, Aren't they just!!!! LOL And if this is how you write museless (just scraping by, so to speak *G*)... with flawless rhyme and perfect meter and words that captivate so completely I can't read fast enough... please warn me if/when your muse returns. *G* I'll need to buy kneepads so I can bow humbly more comfortably! *G* |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
I enjoy reading your poetry. ebonygirl |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Curtsies, indeed. As opposed to our dear serenity, I saw this poem this morning, read the first few lines, tucked it back into the blue pages with a note to me that I might savor it slowly tonight. There are some poets that allow a blind man to see; a deaf person to hear; even a man draped in apathy from head to toe to bow his head and cry from the shear force of such beauty as stems from your poems. And now, I will place this in my library.  "The business of the poet...is to show the sorriness underlying the grandest things and the grandeur underlying the sorriest things." Thomas Hardy |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Thanks, JP, and I'm not exactly sure what "old style" you speak of... but Poe and Byron could probably tell you. They were my teachers froma very young age. Ruth, lol... will give you ample warning. Thank you for the kind words. ebonygirl, thank you very much. K, and I bow to you for the wonderful opportunity it has been watching YOU grow into one of those poets you speak of. |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I, too, am saving this, Michaal. I really like how you write, how you construct your poetry and how you use words. If this is a "Museless" poem, I say kick your Muse to the curb. You don't need him anyway. Alison |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
I echo all the above, my friend, very much enjoyed this. J. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I feel for you...I know that writing with my muse is akin to falling in love...there is nothing like it. I am in awe if this is how you write museless. You have mastered your art. Lori |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Michael...Such writing comes from somewhere clear of spirit and sweet with air ... within despair, if despair must be, your muse lives, lives free. |
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Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Alison, Funny, I always considered my muse to be a "her"  I suppose I could tell you I literally hear her voice when she sings the words to me, but then that would make me a candidate for Bellview, wouldn't it. So let's just pretend I didn't bring that up. Thank you for the kind words. jwesley, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Lori, Indeed, there seems to be a grave emptiness when my muse abandons me. While my museless writings might get me by, they take infinitely longer to compose, and by comparison seem to suffer in content. Glad you find the "museless" acceptable even so. Martie... I've often wondered if despair itself wasn't the muse. Something to ponder I suppose. I found your reply inspiring. Thank you. |
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