Lost Muse.

in #hive-1614652 years ago

pexels-photo-606541.jpeg


Today, I write with no life
Not because I'm tired or threatened with a knife
But because I'm lazy to have poetry as a wife
But how do I end up with these few lines?
Creativity permits me to write, whether I'm fine or not
My ink is like the juice of a new wine
My brain is like the tree called "vine"
And my mind is as the grapes of the vine
Search my heart and see that my thoughts are divine
Search my mind and see the diction I can easily define
My lines are of the finite words that spur the nerves into action
But yet today, I write with no life
Staring blankly into emptiness
There are days like this I presume but I miss it
Am I still creative or have I lost my creativity?
I just made a fine tune from the broken strings
Isn't that what creativity is all about?
Tweaking and twisting till you find your rhythm?
I guess I am not lost, I am just on my road to discovery
I would hang in there till my muse finds me
And I can dazzle with words again
Because I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions

Image Source

Cheers.

Gingered Up! ❣️

Sort:  

What a good writing friend, I felt it so sincere and real. I think we all reach that point at some point where we don't flow and other days we can write without stopping, the mad thing is to be aware of those and continue in our reunion with ourselves and let ourselves be carried away by the art that we have inside in that point that muse flows and talks with us until we reach an unparalleled inspiration to capture writings and art of real humanity and quality. 🤗

Your words made me smile and I appreciate you for this. Thank you and I am happy you can relate well with it.

Very good reflection friend I love it, many times nothing happens to us in particular, just that sometimes the inspiration does not come or just do not feel like writing, is a very good muse and I understand you perfectly, I felt it very sincere, greetings.

I'm very happy you do. Thank you for this. 🤗

I can truly feel your words. I was going through this turmoil myself, lost of words, lost of emotions, not far ago. It has been a month, and I am yet in this turmoil, yearning to find an opening yet unable to come out of it. Waiting yet continuing is all I have got. I can totally feel your poem.

Thank you and I feel encouraged by your words.