I sat down one evening
In my favourite chair
Pen and pad were to hand
At the wall, I did stare
Stared and stared for eons long
But nothing came to mind
No verse, no line
Nor a single word
To start me on my way
I looked out at the window
But my mind remained a blank
There was not a whisper from my muse
Oh, where has it gone?
I think we've all been there! A great poem that captures this moment beautifully, thanks marilyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The muse deserts most of us, maybe it gets bored of inspiring us.! ! good poem. Preets