At times a lull creeps over liveliness
And morose barreness engulfs my mind.
A no-thought blanket erodes all finesse
Or elegance in careful phrasing, binds
This poet, and chokes every bit of stylish
Verse. Then it is the weary mind takes on
It's own control, rolls out reams by the mile
Of wasted time in empty worded pun
Or rhyme, on piles of paper due for bin
This state I find I'm in with 300th down.
Feeling cloyed with surfeit verses within
Short space has me sated. No muse now around.
To all P.H. friends - - thank you for your support
and kind comments on my work. I will be taking
a short break from posting, but hope to be back.
Of this news my heart grieves with great sorrow For I know my Fay would not be here on the 'morrow My eyes quickly fill with tears and saturate. To have known my Fay, One of the great- est poets on this PH. From strangers to friends She had my hand, made a better poet! and a better man. Now all I can do, is wait and pray That God would speed up the day Of the return of FAY, my dear dear friend And this time, she'll never go away And our meeting would never end. I'll miss you!
I have been in that place where no inspiration will come. but don't despair. There will be plenty more to write about. You have been so very prolific and consistently pleasing with your contributions, maybe it's just time to sit back and take a breather? I have a feeling you'll be back sooner than you think. Love Kev.
Even when your inspiration has gone you say it with finesse, I hope you will be back soon Fay, we will all miss you, enjoy your break, 10 Lynda xxx
Dearest Fay, please know that you will be missed on poemhunter. Your warmth is irreplacable, your poetry rare and beautiful. Read you again soon? I do hope so. Love, SandraX
I tnink Randy's comment will let some space in your sated mind and daughters of Zeus will be back soon. Just look around and you will find muse. Best Wishes Naseer
see you when you get back, by this poem your mind is a treadmill of goodie poems just oil it with a dramdbuie and you will be flying again...luved the poem regards uavanice1
Oh...muse, where have i lost you, are you hiding in a song? oh...muse, are you hiding in a uncreased Book! silly muse are you hiding in that tall glass of wine! mind is racing so where do you look, darken sky, you eyes look.... Lonely orb surrounded by ten thousand charms, Nigh dreams calling you once again, Darkness falls and calms your mind around and around you dance with a old friend, and you laugh, for your muse has been by your side the whole time... You are the real deal! You have hundred more to go for I; m sure of this without a doubt Hugsss kiss' and the warmest wishes! Randy~*~
Enjoy your break. Inspiration comes and goes, and the catalyst is often unknown. I enjoy your work a great deal. I try to write myself out of de-motivation with comedy. Hurry Back, I love the scenes that you paint Steve
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I too agree with Miss Fiona, you will be missed more than you know Miss Fay. God has His reasons for our seasons writtien word. I shall keep you in my daily prayers. God Be With You, until? Linda and I speak for Gayle too! Love