How do I Find Her? (My Muse)

the place from which inspiration springs forth

How could she be gone from these hands...

where are my feet to travel, in which direction are my eyes to look?

Dormant hands can't break the peace of paper,

my clouded mind produces no sparks. Calling out to

celestial bodies whom I've never spoke to...

I look skyward; these begging eyes were turned away.

The poised sky King, much too busy to bother

with but a spec amongst the kingdom his light rules.

So, I turn to her--- ever eternal mother.

To whom I'm helplessly bound to perch,

roaming her vast landscapes for a sufficient answer.

Traversing icy peaks and exploring gaping canyons,

listening for the ancient secrets they harbor;

if nothing else... why did the rose not speak to me?

Has she hidden herself within the swell of the people?

I seek her out in the smiles of playful children,

in the experienced eyes of elders--- these hands find her not.

Where left is there to look? I call out to my brothers...

poets, musicians, painters, writers. Surely the very translators

of inspiration can direct jaded eyes to the place she may be.

If I am now to be a traveler, she is not

the direction in which I walk, but the compass

upon which I am dependent.

How could she have gone from these hands...

where are my feet to travel, in which direction are my eyes to look?

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[1VJ]

The best poetry I've read on writer's block. The muse is a fickle creature, she done you good here.

Although, I'm not so sure those celestial bodies are concerned with poetry. :)

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

I can do nothing, but thank you for such uplifting words. They come at a much needed time... I have been away from writing for too long and will be trying to make a return. thank you again, I look forward to reviewing your work as well.

[Sami Khalil]

"Dormant hands can't break the peace of paper,
my clouded mind produces no sparks. Calling out to
celestial bodies whom I've never spoke to..."

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Hello, old friend... thanks for the visit, as always, its most appreciated.

[Sami Khalil]

Always welcome ...:)))

[Angel of Chaos]

I think the your muse gave you the absence so that you could craft this piece. You may have felt lost, but you were still able to tell us exactly how so many of us feel at times. The journey your mind went on while searching for something to write upon was in itself a beautiful story to tell.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you so very much for those wonderful thoughts. You may be absolutely right, if I hadn't felt abandoned, this piece wouldn't exist. I guess the muse is much craftier than I knew.

[Angel of Chaos]

:) indeed crafty

[Echoes of Eros]

Here you give music to the song so many of us sing; the song of longing to hear the voice of our muse. This is extravagant in beauty and wishful hopes for more. Yes, may we know where to turn when night falls.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you, you wonderful words have left me without any to respond appropriately.

[redflutterby]

Its the eternal question of all creative minds...where has my muse gone? She will be back...just keep the light on for her. Excellent write!! :-)

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you, I always keep the front porch light on... hopefully, she'll never forget that I'm always waiting up for her.

[Pryde Foltz]

Quite an elegant hand you laid upon this one. The three central stanzas were an exquisite journey.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you, finding what inspires us is truly a journey; I'm pleased I was able to translate that in this piece. Your thoughts and reviews are always appreciated.

[Astro]

Great sense of panic and abandonment in this one PH. I too have turned metaphorical chicken-head from time to time as my love faded from before my eyes, her song muted from my ears. A compass with no direction makes one dizzy going round and around, that is when I put it down and go to sleep in hopes that dreams will reveal an answer. Other than that, only time will tell. Great write PH, well expressed.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thanks bro, I always expect you to understand directly what emotions/feelings go into my work. The similarity in our styles, I think, is what gives us a profound understanding of the place the other stood in whilst creating the doorways for others to step through. Your thoughts on this piece are humbling and as usual, greatly appreciated.

[Astro]

Kudos my friend, it's nice to be understood sometimes.

[s y e]

I loved this, PH -- I love the imagery you've managed to produce in this write. So vivid and really real.

I guess our Muse goes on holiday, just decides to take a break.... Maybe to Spain? Ha. Wish I could.

A great write as always, well done.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

That they do, what I wouldn't give to join her one of those days. lol Thanks for another humbling review, Noodle.

[Lydia Shutter]

Seems to me you have found her. This was a very well written piece! We all lose track of our muses now and then. It seems they go on vacation to parts unknown without us. The imagery in this write is superb. You are finding her bit by bit. Before you know it, she will hand you more words than you can use! Good work. Lydi**

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you, Lydia your words are humbling and I appreciate the great review.

[Joyce S. Greene]

Sounds like we're both looking for our muses. Maybe there is a place where they hide-out. You seem to be looking in all the right places so, most likely, you will find her soon.
I enjoyed reading your work since it gave me a different take on the plight of a poet in search of his or her muse. This is a fine poem.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you so very much, I appreciate your kind thoughts and words on this piece. I do hope you find the place where your muse maybe hiding.