My Muse Morphed Into a Stranger

I don't know her anymore.

My muse morphed into a stranger.

Her face no longer holds any resemblance

of the one I've nursed for years.

My pen and paper suffer.

Drops of blood refuse to flow

from the pores of my intellect.

I wish she'd return to her old self.

There's no comfort in her change,

no comfort in leaving home.

I desire to dwell in our distant dreams

where the world was black and white

and sorrow made sense.

Reviews

[KAin]

Perhaps the muse changes as we do. If upon contemplation, we find that what inspired us is no longer there, the question is whether or not our own hopes and dreams have changed. Your final stanza is my favourite... A reflection that as we grow older and more cynical we find less reason in our sorrow, taking on an almost perverse fascination in the world's senseless cruelty to the innocence of the human spirit... Or that's how i interpreted it anyway, i could be way off. You continue to improve. Keep writing, friend.

[Blue]

Landred, your words are wisdom! I learn so much from your reviews. Thank you.

[KAin]

Wisdom, huh? High praise indeed... Thank you, and thank you for sharing.

[ron]

Maybe your muse is becoming self aware. Great poem.

[Blue]

You have a point. Thank you so much, Ron.

[ron]

You are most welcome. Have fun with it, you never know where it will take you.

[Blue]

Sure, I'll bear in mind what you have told me.

[Frieda P]

I beg to differ you teenage nutter, this is marvelous, your muse in high gear dear. Carry on my sweet friend... ;-)

My pen and paper suffer.
Drops of blood refuse to flow
from the pores of my intellect.

Outstanding stanza.....!

[Blue]

Thank you. Your words are always encouraging, Frieda. I surely adore the label "teenage nutter". Hahaha.

[Frieda P]

You're wildly talented for your young years...ha, it's fitting, wear the flip flops ;-) Gonna call you TN from now on....don't mind me too early in the ayem and not enough coffee yet. ;-)

[Blue]

Lol. Didn't know you baptize poets with new names! :P

[Frieda P]

We do that in joisey, it's annoying little trait ;-)

[Blue]

Depends. I sometimes find it endearing to have a nickname tailored just for you. :)

[cycy]

i love this one a lot Arzel,it's really beautiful and well thought out.
" My pen and paper suffer.
Drops of blood refuse to flow
from the pores of my intellect."
that was my favourite part hey, well written dear :)

[Blue]

Thank you a lot, Cycy. Glad to hear that from you.

[Devesh]

I'm speechless. Deep and thought provoking. Thanks for sharing =)

[Blue]

Thank you, Devesh. I find your "About Me" section interesting.

[Devesh]

You're welcome. :) I'm curious now, what specifically did you find interesting?

[Dhaye]

Of all the verses there, this one is the most captivating for me:

"I wish she'd return to her old self.
There's no comfort in her change,
no comfort in leaving home"

We write with different inspirations. Just like me...sometimes my muse is my take on what I have read or watched (movie or tv series). Sometimes my present emotion...at other times, other people's experience...but most of the time, my loved ones are my inspirations in writing.

Here, I can feel, it is a true woman. It can be the poet herself...or a closed friend...or a family member. Changes are inevitable. But we are always hopeful that good things will do last...

Eddie is right, sis. You are very talented. And I am one of those who are just looking at you from a distance...smiling while seeing your progress and accomplishments. I'm still your cafe ate. I will always tell you this... I admire your skill in crafting your words.

I only wonder why when I send you text messages...it seems that you don't always have load? And rarely you take the path into my room (profile).

Always believe in yourself. Keep it up!

[Blue]

Hi, Ate! I'm sorry for not keeping in touch with you recently. I'm often lost in my preoccupations. Every day, I seem to be receiving 40 RRs. I know you have already advised me something about turning off RRs but I feel honored to review amazing writers here. That's also my way of reciprocating their generosity for reviewing my works. And sorry, too, for not dropping by to your profile. I've always wanted to say hi and ask how things are in your life but I keep forgetting! Sorry, sorry, sorry! I'll catch up.

As for unreplied texts, well, you are one of the many who complain about that. I'm not fond of texting and I only do so when it's necessary. Most of my even closest friends get upset over that. Haha. Again, sorry.

It's nice to hear from you again, Ate. :)

[Dhaye]

I'm not even fond of texting. Just playing to make you feel guilty...because we're just the same. Haha!

No need to say sorry. It's just a joke. We are all free here. LOL
And you're welcome.

[Blue]

HAHAHAHAHA. I know it all along. I know you're not the kind of person who gets easily offended. :P But well, it pays to say sorry. :)

[Dhaye]

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[Eddie Davis]

Think of your Muse as a coach -- you have achieved a certain level of mastery and now your Muse reveals new and different challenges that will help your skill grow.

All of our styles and even the passions that inspire us to write change over the years, influenced by our life experiences. I suspect your skill and style will evolve, but I am certain your Muse hasn't abandoned you, she is just challenging you, and you are most certainly up to that challenge.

[Blue]

Thank you so much, Eddie. Your reviews are always encouraging. I'll review the next chapter of your story tomorrow, okay? I'll respond to reviews of other writers/poets to my works for now. :) Have a great day!