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Muse Blues

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It seems I'm too content
to be a poet.

If I have angst
I'm unaware

I lack pathos

and I don't care
for apathy

I knock at the gates
of Poetic Heaven
but a voice keeps saying

"Wait! You haven't paid your dues!"

I guess I'm useless.

I've got the
cant-get-my-muse-loose blues.

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  • MaMa-2-be-Cindy silver member
    February 17

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    well indeed it does happen, we suffer a dose of the muse blues.
    Yet suffering it, you penned this which to me is brilliant expressive writing, well written

    Hope it didn't last to long, my friend


    Cindy


  • Goin 2 Ashes gold member
    January 25

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    Tie me kangaroo down sport.

    Not one of the classics, but an amusing toungue-in-cheekpiece -very well written.

    Thanks,

    ~Richwell

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  • Lad silver member
    January 25

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    Hey, Windhover, I'm taken up by the total honesty of this one - that suffocatingly dry feeling of being cut out of the muse's life. I know it well; when that happens, nothing else seems to happen with any grace or fortune.

    In this beauty, the poet has conflicting emotions: he feels but can't get it out. He cares and doesn't: "I lack pathos / and I don't care / for apathy..." This is subtle, and true to the life of poets like John - they get the blues from feeling blue, and all they can do in times like these is write blues about feeling blue about not being able to feel enough to write..........and yet a light-dark poem comes out anyway about writing blues about feeling blues about not being able to feel enough to write......... Hain't it the truth?!

    You touch deep in this one, John, with a feathery pen. And just in case you need to hear it, although I suspect you don't: you're as "useless" as the best of poets always secretly, though wrongly, know they are. Hain't THAT even truer? This is a little gem of poetic introspection, and it screams to me in spades, just like that infamous painting up there. Well, if you can write like this good poem, keep screaming!

    Lad

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  • dave ochs silver member
    January 24

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    hey john

    i like poems about poems and this is a good one. but its too bad you haven't suffered more at least got out side on a cold morning and throw some ice water on yourself or smack yourself silly, be creative...that outta jump start your muse.
    dave

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    • Windhover silver member
      January 25
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      Self mortification I do.

      Ya know once a year I actually do! Every Christmas day I jump in the Irish sea and give God or the Devil the chance to take my worthless soul. Still no angst. But there could be a poem there... Thanks!

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