My Muse She Died Today Comments

surprisingly gorgeous

Muse is never dead...your poem is a testimony.

Don't worry, be happy-she'll be back. She always comes back it seems.

great poem of talent

great poem of talent

Tender eloquent poetic pleas that touch and move the writer/reader to seek the Muse with increased passion. Brilliant composition.

And here is the muse: 'Today Val lost poetic spark And yet her verse denies the dark, Her day's not flat but for lyric overjoy And flow to heart and ear  Such mellifluous thoughts Sad and loneliness cannot deploy, Later on Val was heard to say All inspiration had slipped away, But within the trace of a fleeting ghost Her sun shines along a ragged coast And rings each isle and estuary  With uplifting rhyme to the contrary Auriferous sun and argentiferous moon In fine silken rhythms deftly stitched Notions ethereal are laid and pitched And journeys embarked with just a word To clouds like caverns all worlds inverse  I will not accept this proposterious curse That Val has lost poetic mojo That her verses can no longer flow  Who dares oppress a heart to grow, I can bare most any views  And awful earthly doings news, But do not come to me  and offer up such a feeble excuse,   Youth lost, trading amenity for sanity That version of aesthetic is pathetic, and That cannot be accepted, But in light of pain or toturers abuse Then and only then, tell me that Val, Is bereft and literally beached marooned obtuse and abstruse confined in pensive solitude Within her stately mews Will bar the doors with writers block And draw drapes to night all views Will retreat with dried out quill  And banish all reviews, Do not utter but as muted sigh That Val has lost her muse.  

Just give it a little rest and it will be back, I hope. Anyhow, I know your feeling. I'll keep checking you

Nothing much we can do except we keep praying for the loved ones along with the love light above...remembering the one who leaves us could be a junction for memories bridging our past days, moment of beautiful...That's life we will gain and lose, soon we shall meet again, so be smile a little for that time_SOul

Oh no, Your Muse is very much alive and this wonderful poem itself is the testimony! !

It will return to life I`m sure Val, bet it is already winging its way to you.a lovely poem,

A wonderful and fantastic poem, like it.

Sudden endings breed new beginnings. May your muse one day return to you, Lady Dohren.

I can see your heart through your poems! May you be happy again!