Searching
for you
On
those empty endless nights
Between
blank paper stares
Hide
and seek it used to be
Extinct
you are completely
Talk,
laugh, scream or cry in pain
But
spill yourself again
Your
creator anxious awaits
My
dear muse
Where
are you?
Written
for dVerse
Poets Pub, Quadrille 11 – ‘Spill’
Love it! And it works really well with my photo. :)
ReplyDeleteOh yes, when the muse departs for a while... ugh!
ReplyDeleteI like this poem a lot.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful. I think you've found your muse long ago though :)
ReplyDeletePerfect... and when you think about it... there it is spilled on the paper.
ReplyDeleteLovely depiction of the departure of muse. Like Brudberg said, there it is ! :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful composition. :-)
ReplyDeleteWhen the muse is playing hide and seek, tell him or her to spill, smiles ~ Thanks for joining us ~
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Jyotsna :)
ReplyDeleteThe muse is always welcome to the creator's life :)
ReplyDeleteVery clever piece and beautifully written. I love the line, "Between blank paper stares."
ReplyDeleteSeems like you were answered!
ReplyDeleteThanks for joining us! Excellent write
ReplyDeleteAh, but your muse has found you - this is a lovely piece! :)
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